Left foot, right foot, one foot in front of the other. And then there feels like what is a stumbling block placed right in front of you. Owen woke calmly, after getting in my bed at some point during the night. I was too busy trying to paint a cow last night to go to bed early. Then I laid there thinking about why on earth I had to have a cow. The irony sat there with me. Our paintings have been calming me, even though them seem to frustrate me as well. I see exactly what I want to paint, and then it takes a turn. Sometimes I like it, and sometimes I paint a mess. But I think of what the paintings mean, and I’m okay with how they turn out. “Let’s paint a background”, Owen says. I keep hoping that by having him do the brush strokes it will help with his fine motor skills. One day at a time. He knew what day it was, I heard him say, “it’s Monday”. I wanted to rejoice. He went on to talk about school. I’m thankful that he likes school. I can’t imagine if he didn’t. He’s still tiny, but there have been a couple times where he did not want to get out of the car, and there is no convincing him otherwise. He starts crying, or screaming, he becomes stiff as a board, his feet push into the seat in front of him, and his arms flail about, trying to keep me from getting him out of his seat. I have to stay one step ahead of these emotions, trying to figure out how to keep him calm. When we walked out the door to go to the bus, Owen immediately focused on something in the distance. I told him to be careful on the steps. He was ready to take the first step; he wasn’t looking, and he really wasn’t ready. I quickly grabbed his hand, he went sliding forward on the steps. I raised his hand higher, so he wouldn’t fall. I made him stop, but he still didn’t care one bit about the steps, he only kept looking off into the distance. He got to the bottom of the steps, turned around, and saw the moon. Maybe he saw the reflection of the moon in something, but now my whole world was talking about the moon. He couldn’t wait to see the bus, and I’m thankful he had a good day. Life is not always easily explained, but when I see Owen’s smile that’s what matters. In the rays of the sun find your smile, and make today 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.