Know It Sunday

Our autism journey

Owen woke really early this morning. I suppose I did too. Maybe last night should be classified as no sleep for me. Seems that’s how the story goes lately. But Owen woke happy and hungry. And again I suppose I did too. More the hungry part, but I was happy he was happy. He ate his breakfast, asking for second breakfast, and playing on his tablet, watching the video that featured the toy I got him. It wasn’t long before he wanted to play with it and almost as quickly that he wanted it under the table again. This time I was ready though. I put it back away and moved him on to the “box”. He played with his computer for a little while and before we knew it lunchtime was upon us. I made meatloaf and rice the other night, only giving him a bite of it since he was having the requested shrimp, but today we had leftovers. He’s not a huge beef fan, but he did really well with it. He preferred the rice and I had to encourage him a couple of times to eat the meatloaf, but hey he was eating some more new foods. For him, it can be about the textures of food and he wants to constantly take them in and out of his mouth before he ever starts chewing them. I never understood the emotional journey food alone would be for us. I’m trying to focus on the progress though. He’s been very interactive with me today. We’ve had lots of smiles and laughs, playing instruments and singing the songs he wants to sing. My song choices were not met with the same fanfare and he voiced his opinion quickly and loudly. I wanted to tell him we would try to go back to church soon and school might be starting in a month, but we are finally at a point he doesn’t cry about it every day. Routine is our everything and we miss it all. One day at a time I remind myself, keeping his smiles close to my heart. Rain makes the shadows bigger some days, but the sun will shine again and fill your heart with gladness. Smiles to all and donut daze!

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