You Are My Sunday

I cried. I listened to my baby sing, “if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands” and his hands clapped. Owen went on, “if you’re happy and you know it stomp your feet” and there his feet went on the back of the passenger seat. He continued, “if you’re happy and you know it shout hooray” and there it was the hooray. And yet he still went on, “if you’re happy and you know it do all three”. The clap, the stomp, and the hooray all happened in their special way. I thought back to when I wanted to hear a word from him, any word, and here he was not only singing but he was in action and reaction mode. I dreamed, I believed, I imagined, and then I heard everything come together. He’s done this song before, he’s even done the motions, but in that moment I realized he did them all together, in the right order. All of them. He didn’t sing all the words to each verse, but he sure knew how to make this momma cry. Progress is what I hope for every day. Some days it feels like we are going backwards or treading water, but days like this keep me pushing forward and staying strong. He is connecting to the here and now, finding ways to express his wants and needs, and showing interest in things he never did before. The progress is comforting in our ever-changing days that still feel so routined and decided before the day is even started. Today is your day, set in motion what you want the outcome to be, and make it happen. Smiles to all and donut daze!