It’s Christmas Eve. One of the questions I’m sure a lot of people asked a lot of people was “are you ready for Christmas”. My answer, as ready as I’ll ever be. I wasn’t ready for yesterday or the day before that so here we are and it’s Christmas. I was standing on my porch, trying to unlock my door, thinking how can I bubble wrap my child. In less than thirty seconds it took me to open my door that could have taken me ten seconds I had to tell Owen to not try to climb over the rail face-first to jump off the porch and then not stick his head between the spindles of the railing. Not to mention the fact that he stood on the top step and almost took a dive off of it because he wasn’t paying attention to the fact that he was even on stairs. Why, oh why is the earth not flat or at least my porch. When we walked in our front door he immediately went to the couch and bit the cushion. I will be so happy when he finishes getting his “brand new teff brand new teff”. He’s on Christmas break for another week and a half and he’s already asked for his teacher more times than I can count. Tonight we had to go through his schedule every day until he sees her again. He says, “I have to go to sweep and den I” waiting for me to answer what he will do when he wakes up. If I don’t answer he will keep going until I do. The Energizer bunny ain’t got nothing on my dude, Owen would outlast him any day. As he was falling asleep he was quoting his schoolwork from one of the apps he uses. Some of the words are unrecognizable, but he says enough of them that I understand what he is talking about. “Pants are a type of clothing”, he says. He went on to talk about all of the things you wear and I kept thinking, Owen put his pajamas on all by himself tonight and he put up his towel. Those skills are things we have been working towards for years. The building blocks were laid years ago to get to this night, this magical night of him completely putting his pajamas on and completely hanging his towel up. Every single action had to be taught, every single calculated move had to be performed over and over again to get to that moment that he could do it himself. There have been many tears shed from both of us. He would stand there night after night screaming at the top of his lungs because I wanted him to even hold his towel. As his towel went over the bar and he pulled it through, I thought, all the tears were for the joy at that moment. I am thankful for the gift of my son. Through him, I’ve learned what love, compassion, and understanding truly mean. I celebrate our victories and I cherish the memories and moments to get us there. Life is full of challenges, but know that you are not alone. 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.