“Monday”, Owen says to me. Sometimes he doesn’t even get the full word out “mon” and waits. If I don’t respond he repeats it. If I don’t respond again he will come closer, say the full word, or I will hear the squeal of concern coming towards me. He’s calm right now listening to about fifteen seconds of ten different videos, moving through them. We’ve rushed to the bathroom multiple times, cutting it close, okay so close is an exaggeration. But heck he’s trying. Tonight is actually better than most nights, he’s at least telling me. Normally I ask him about every five minutes and set a timer. He’s getting good at running to the bathroom. Convincing him he is not a fire hydrant is the next step. “I’m gonna have brand new teff” is also the great concern tonight. He’s got more loose teeth and the ones that are coming in he wants to pull them down into place. I haven’t found a great way to explain teeth to him. We watch videos and he’s been to the dentist for modeling sessions where the dentist goes over steps with him, but he still gets upset about them not being where they need to be. He goes back and forth between calling them teeth and ball. I’m not sure why he started calling his teeth balls but he wants “ball back pwease”. My emotions are very sad tonight, yet I look at my sweet baby O and I rejoice. He’s accomplishing great things and making huge steps every day. I make sure I tell him he’s amazing every day, listing things that he has accomplished. I want him to see his progress with me. I want him to hear my words and know that with his determination he can accomplish anything. Sometimes my heart aches even when my son shines. He’s accomplishments pull me through our days. Be proud of your accomplishments and know that all things are possible through determination and hard work. Make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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