When the waves crash down on me I think about Owen’s smile and it keeps me going. Potty training seems like an overnight success story but there is nothing about it that happened overnight and he isn’t always making it through the night dry. But boy oh boy am I proud of my dude. In the grand scheme of things, it really did happen fast and I’m not even sure how to handle it. He still asks for his diaper every day and it’s confusing when he wears training pants at night. There’s a solution I’m sure that will help us through this and I know we will figure it out. He’s already come so far. I’m daunted by the thought of the restrooms in an uncontrolled environment. It keeps me from going to many places but the truth lies deeper in that statement than I can even process. I want to cry for the glory of how far we have come and cry for how hard it has been. People say to me this gets easier. My reply is it gets different. I try not to get down or frustrated but it’s all emotional. The blessings in the last week have been huge and the miracles in my life keep happening. I’m thankful for this and they have been enough to motivate me in more ways than I can even explain. Sometimes it takes a smile from a stranger or an act of kindness to realize exactly how lucky you are and pull you out of the waters that feel deep. We are not alone in this journey called life even though some days may feel overwhelming. As we were running late to the bus stop, Owen was still happy as can be. He saw the bus coming down the road and he said to me “twinkle”. I immediately started singing it for him, rejoicing the thought process of my boy. He knew that we wouldn’t have time to sing it when we got to the stop. The progress is amazing, the connections are coming quicker, and my boy is blooming. Find your inspiration, smile through the rain, and know you are not alone. Remember to be kind to your soul and cherish the little things. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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