Sometimes the loneliness is met like a brick wall when the screaming begins. I tried to stay busy because the more activities I wanted to do with Owen the more he screamed at me, except when it came to the language train. The excitement in my dude’s eyes when he starts asking Siri to say everything he can think of in every real language and things that he thinks are languages is amazing. “I want chocolate milk and cuckoo clock in boy”, he says, laughing as he does it. He immediately follows up with his next request, “I want cuckoo clock and chocolate milk and potato and gorilla please in jer-min”. How Siri understands that when he says “spinach” he really means Spanish but he says “jer-min” and she asks him to repeat it baffles me. I have tried working on how he says the word German but he quickly gets frustrated and instead starts talking to Siri in German. Food was also that fifty-fifty shot of what I was doing incorrectly. I scored big points for my waffle and shrimp fixings but my meatloaf was met with “no more meat wash ya hands throw it in de trash you through”. When he is done with dinner I make him wash his hands and help me clear the dishes. He generally likes meatloaf but with the variety he does eat and the new things that he tries I don’t like to push it when he won’t eat something. I always make him take a bite and move on. However, after he went through his entire speech he started screaming at me. I stopped him from running away and I took his tablet. I talked to him about respecting each other and not screaming if something doesn’t go according to plan. We went through our calming techniques and I told him I loved and respected him. I explained to him I understand about emotions but screaming solves nothing. He screamed at me. We started over with our breathing and then he said, “sorry mommy”. Together we grow and together we will be stronger. Never lose hope of what tomorrow with bring. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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