Why You Are Wednesday

I’m sleepy, more sleepy than I can even express. I started Owen’s bedtime process earlier than normal last night, but he still fell asleep later. He woke up at two, yelling for his teacher. He came to my room and quickly settled in. Quickly may be the wrong word to use, but he fell back asleep. I’m on to him though. I now have the style of blanket he likes in both our beds. This at least keeps him from having to get it from the living room. He laid at the top of the bed, across the pillows instead of laying inside of the U shaped pillow I have for him in my bed. He wanted his head pushed up against mine. This is an indication to me he wants input for his body. Sometimes I’m too tired to even process this though. He wants me to massage and do joint compressions but sleeps wins a lot of the time for both of us. He kept talking about his teacher and going to school. I tried to explain to him that he needed to go back to sleep so he could go to school in the morning. About thirty minutes later sleep won. There were no signs of the sickness that had sent him home from school on Tuesday, so off to school, he went. We stood at the bus stop and I could tell he still needed input for his body. He grabbed ahold of me several times, pushing into me as he pulled me towards him. He’s getting stronger now and it’s hard for me to brace for the impact of his hugs. If he can reach my hair he will put it in his mouth, still searching for the sensory input that it gives him. I’m thankful he very rarely uses it as the weapon like he did when he was a toddler. He would come running to me, grab my hair and pull on it with such anger and force. Now that he is able to communicate more I can calm him quicker. I can see when he is starting to go into a meltdown more now as well. The signs are clearer to me and this helps me to focus my energy differently, which in turn helps me steer the meltdowns away. Today I focus on how far we’ve come, knowing that together we are learning and growing. Yesterday is written in stone but tomorrow your story can still be changed. Find your inspiration and make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!