Some days you think you are going along swimmingly and then you get screamed at, repeatedly. We had our happy screams, mad screams, because I walked out of the door screams, and the one that kept us the busiest the “school’s over” screams, followed closely by his teacher’s name and him rolling on the floor. Okay, so those two really break my heart into a million pieces. But hey, he tried Tikki Marsala tonight and loved it. I’m trying to look at the victories and not the heartache this is causing my child. He doesn’t understand this at all, how could he even begin to understand it. He cried for over an hour straight about no school, screamed the hour before that. And then went through the list of people and places he wanted to see and talk to. I held him for an hour, thinking he was asleep only for him to start all over again. What’s the solution, where’s the comfort for my son, how do I keep him growing and thriving. My heart aches for the other kids as well. The potty training feels moment by moment, but in other aspects, I feel like he is really growing. Over two and a half hours for him to fall asleep, him repeating “no school today” and “school’s over” consistently until his eyes finally closed for the night. I held him, sang to him, and tried to distract him. I asked him to count to twenty. He counted to two hundred twice. He counts to thirty perfectly and then for some reason he started counting using the eighties in every sequence. He will say, “forty three eighty four eighty five” going up to fifty and then do the same thing in the fifties. He always starts at eighty-four for each number until he reaches the nineties and then will say each number correctly to one hundred. He will keep going to two hundred doing all the numbers above forty the same way. As soon as he got to two hundred he started talking about school. I asked him to count to twenty again. He got all his numbers in. My tears fall, my heart breaks, but I will continue to rejoice our victories and try to find ways to keep moving us forward. In heartache remember there is hope and that tomorrow is a brand new day. Find your inspiration and motivation and make tomorrow matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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.