You Are My Wednesday
Not only is my plate full, I think it’s broken and a little wobbly. And I’m not sure it matches anything else I own. But today’s “looking on the bright side day” and boy is it a pretty plate. We all got something. Not one person walks this earth without feeling like they need a bigger plate. Owen lost another tooth yesterday. This gave him a little more comfort through his night. He woke around five, got into bed with me, proclaiming, “bwanket wanna bwanket”, and immediately he was off again. I felt like I was watching Linus from the Peanuts comic strip walk back to my bedroom. I have a huge king-size blanket in the living room that he falls asleep under a lot of nights. Here it was over his shoulder, being dragged across the floor, and coming into the bed that already had tons of blankets and pillows. What’s one more. He then shouted out his teacher’s name a few times and the fake snoring commenced. Ahh, the comfy sounds of one of us falling asleep. Somehow the fake snoring leads to real sleep for Owen a lot of times. I don’t get it, but the sound or energy he uses puts him back to sleep. He was only asleep for about ten minutes when he woke again ready to start his day. I wasn’t even out of bed and he wanted me to have my “pants on”. The unwritten rules of what is expected of me grow daily. He wants me to do certain steps at certain times. I always feel like I’m one second late to those Saturday SAT tests that we had to take and I’ll have to reschedule. I try to stay ahead of the curve, but when the curveball gets thrown anyways you have to roll with the punches and avoid them as much as possible. Once we got up he was ready to get to the bus. He talked about his diaper, wanting it changed. That felt like huge progress. He then ignored all the next steps to get ready, but he was still excited about going. We walked to the bus stop and the pure joy that washed over Owen is what makes my heart sing. To be able to have joy in a world of chaos is calming and therapeutic all in one. Find your joy, sing your song, and know that you are important. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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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.