Sleep, glorious sleep. Thank you Lord for a beautiful morning. Owen then wanted to spread his button pushing wings but we worked through that. He now has learned to scream and cry on his demand but he doesn’t like that I won’t respond to it because as real as they sound I can tell the difference. I tell him that I like his fake laugh better. I have to remember to be cool in the screaming moments and redirect him but redirecting my little brainiac is extremely hard.
He was pretty calm but focused on church and hoping that he could go see his grandma. I told him that I didn’t know what her plans were so we would have to wait and see. I told him he couldn’t ask me again until 7:15 and talked to him more about how to read the clock. He would come every few minutes to look at the clock. He was at first saying the numbers one at a time and then he started reading them together. He is getting it.
I am trying to give him more tasks and have him help me with the dishes. I handed him my mug and he said, “Mug letter M walrus starts with W walrus in the water” and he continued. I love how he is understanding words more and how to spell them. He is making amazing connections to his words as well and is now starting to express his emotions through them.
“Have a good one,” he said before he walked out of the room. I have to get down to the bottom of this one. I’m loving it. He did it multiple times in a row, walking completely out of the room, humming as he did it. It’s like he is acting the part out. I’m not sure who says it or where he stumbled upon it but he has mastered it.
Once he found out he was going to grandma’s house his next mission was to get to church without listening to anything mommy had to say. What seemed like school motion but we somehow made it out the door on time. The whole way there he was talking about his friends and who he wanted to invite to church. I love his enthusiasm for going to church and always inviting others.
I sat in church feeling defeated in so many ways but listening to the words of the songs flowing over me calmed me down. I focus too much on the woulda, coulda, shoulda beens, even though I know that God has been walking on this journey with me even when I feel like I can’t walk one more step he lifts me up and takes that step with me.
When we left church he was talking about who was gone from his life and processing where everyone was. He has a hard time grasping what it all means when he wants to see the people he wants to see. He also started talking about his therapies tomorrow and what everyone would be wearing. He even through his grandma into the mix with her clothing. He said, “Everyone gets to wear what they want to wear.” I try to explain to him that some people have to wear specific things and others like him would rather wear what they want to wear. It is so much for him to process and comprehend.
I dropped him off at his grandma’s house and then came back to pick him up in a couple of hours. He wanted his grandma to drive him home but I didn’t want him to get to the point where he only expected that. He did pretty good on the way home. He tells me all the time to “pay attention” when I am driving especially when he yells it at stoplights but today I told him that he knows I am paying attention and he should say “mommy paid attention at the light” or “good job mommy.” He changed towards the end and is now saying that I paid attention. I’ll take it. He was much calmer by the time we got home.
And now for his next act, he is back to taking his tablet into the bathroom and it was pretty much in the toilet. It was his oldest one and his favorite. We are going backwards on the toilet part of our lives right now. I went to change my clothes and when I went towards the bathroom he came out with it soaking wet. The teenage boy years are upon us. It worked for a little while longer and then completely stopped. I explained it to him but I don’t think he completely grasps that it will no longer charge. And my eye twitching continues.
The rollercoastery moments of life keep happening. When I think I’m ahead I’m still behind but I keep saying my new mantra “worry less and God more.” I pray and pray and pray. I am thankful for the beautiful connections Owen is making but those moments like when I sat crying, trying to explain to him that he had to be careful. I took my glasses off as I cried harder and he wanted me to put them back on my face. I closed them once again to rub them with a tissue and I opened them to see my glasses stretched out in his hands almost ready to snap. I put them on my tear-stained face and didn’t say a word. A few minutes later I told him I loved him and I asked him if he wanted to paint with me. I have to keep moving forward and not dwell in the moments of sadness.
I pray he sleeps again tonight and has an incredible day tomorrow. I want him to be able to go through his entire day and enjoy each moment. He is already talking about his mushroom pizza and I’m glad he has so many things to look forward to. I remind myself to focus on the good stuff. Let yesterday go and remember that tomorrow is a brand new beautiful day. Believe in yourself and the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
He was pretty calm but focused on church and hoping that he could go see his grandma. I told him that I didn’t know what her plans were so we would have to wait and see. I told him he couldn’t ask me again until 7:15 and talked to him more about how to read the clock. He would come every few minutes to look at the clock. He was at first saying the numbers one at a time and then he started reading them together. He is getting it.
I am trying to give him more tasks and have him help me with the dishes. I handed him my mug and he said, “Mug letter M walrus starts with W walrus in the water” and he continued. I love how he is understanding words more and how to spell them. He is making amazing connections to his words as well and is now starting to express his emotions through them.
“Have a good one,” he said before he walked out of the room. I have to get down to the bottom of this one. I’m loving it. He did it multiple times in a row, walking completely out of the room, humming as he did it. It’s like he is acting the part out. I’m not sure who says it or where he stumbled upon it but he has mastered it.
Once he found out he was going to grandma’s house his next mission was to get to church without listening to anything mommy had to say. What seemed like school motion but we somehow made it out the door on time. The whole way there he was talking about his friends and who he wanted to invite to church. I love his enthusiasm for going to church and always inviting others.
I sat in church feeling defeated in so many ways but listening to the words of the songs flowing over me calmed me down. I focus too much on the woulda, coulda, shoulda beens, even though I know that God has been walking on this journey with me even when I feel like I can’t walk one more step he lifts me up and takes that step with me.
When we left church he was talking about who was gone from his life and processing where everyone was. He has a hard time grasping what it all means when he wants to see the people he wants to see. He also started talking about his therapies tomorrow and what everyone would be wearing. He even through his grandma into the mix with her clothing. He said, “Everyone gets to wear what they want to wear.” I try to explain to him that some people have to wear specific things and others like him would rather wear what they want to wear. It is so much for him to process and comprehend.
I dropped him off at his grandma’s house and then came back to pick him up in a couple of hours. He wanted his grandma to drive him home but I didn’t want him to get to the point where he only expected that. He did pretty good on the way home. He tells me all the time to “pay attention” when I am driving especially when he yells it at stoplights but today I told him that he knows I am paying attention and he should say “mommy paid attention at the light” or “good job mommy.” He changed towards the end and is now saying that I paid attention. I’ll take it. He was much calmer by the time we got home.
And now for his next act, he is back to taking his tablet into the bathroom and it was pretty much in the toilet. It was his oldest one and his favorite. We are going backwards on the toilet part of our lives right now. I went to change my clothes and when I went towards the bathroom he came out with it soaking wet. The teenage boy years are upon us. It worked for a little while longer and then completely stopped. I explained it to him but I don’t think he completely grasps that it will no longer charge. And my eye twitching continues.
The rollercoastery moments of life keep happening. When I think I’m ahead I’m still behind but I keep saying my new mantra “worry less and God more.” I pray and pray and pray. I am thankful for the beautiful connections Owen is making but those moments like when I sat crying, trying to explain to him that he had to be careful. I took my glasses off as I cried harder and he wanted me to put them back on my face. I closed them once again to rub them with a tissue and I opened them to see my glasses stretched out in his hands almost ready to snap. I put them on my tear-stained face and didn’t say a word. A few minutes later I told him I loved him and I asked him if he wanted to paint with me. I have to keep moving forward and not dwell in the moments of sadness.
I pray he sleeps again tonight and has an incredible day tomorrow. I want him to be able to go through his entire day and enjoy each moment. He is already talking about his mushroom pizza and I’m glad he has so many things to look forward to. I remind myself to focus on the good stuff. Let yesterday go and remember that tomorrow is a brand new beautiful day. Believe in yourself and the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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