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Way To Go Saturday

3/9/2019

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Owen didn’t sleep all night in his bed, but he did go right back to sleep in my bed, and slept well after six. I got more sleep last night than I have in awhile. I got up, and Owen said, “blanket”. He wanted me to cover him up, but he had it all the way on him. I told him he could lay there, mommy was going to the bathroom. I didn’t turn any of the lights on. He started yelling, “Owen Owen Owen”. He doesn’t really have a connection to his name, that it belongs to him. He can spell it, and write it, but when I say, “Owen what’s your name”, he still doesn’t always answer Owen. There are many words he doesn’t use in the context he means. He was given a new beanbag crash pad, which he loves. He was snuggling down in it, wrapping in it as best he could, and I asked him if he liked it. He said, “nope”. I told him that he does like it, because he sits, and plays on it a lot, so he should say “yes”. He immediately said, “ma’am”. He’s full of energy, mischief, and an underlying defiance, sprinkled with cuteness, accompanied by his trademark smile, that lets him think he is going to get away with everything today. He’s very interactive with me, wanting lots of hugs, input, and joint compressions. I will hold him, tickling him, and say “I’m going to tickle you mister”. He was across the room, ran to me, jumping in my lap, took my hands, that were holding my tablet, and said, “I’m gonna tickle you mister”, and started laughing before I even tickled him. He wanted “piggy market”, which means rub his feet. The spark in his eyes is my soul therapy. Some days he’s very withdrawn, and he can’t process what he need to say, or what I’m saying, and then there are days, like today, that for everything I say he has a response, or his mischievous grin that tells me he meant to do that. As he recites the words he knows to his beloved Disney commercials, I’m thankful for the sparkle in his eyes. Reach for hope, even when you feel your heart breaking. Hope is there. Tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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    I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.

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