Something about Saturday

Our autism journey

The dude slept. He got in bed with me after six, but he went back to sleep until almost seven, when he abruptly woke up and started naming fish. “Cod fitsch lion fitsch star fitsch” and then he got to the famous “nommy nommy fitsch it was gud”. He then said “hi sweet boy” and gave me a huge hug and said “wanna mulk” and we got up. These are the days I love, I cling to. He is full of words and emotions and it hasn’t stopped. His anxiety or maybe it is a need for order has kicked in many times already, my slippers must be on. This is a twofold thing for me. The words coming crashing down from him and spin a tale of what he wants when he sees my slippers off, but as much as I want to hear his words the level of anxiousness makes him on edge. Sometimes the slippers don’t mean a thing to him and other times it is a journey all in itself. These are the days I try to learn and explain that it is fine mommy doesn’t have shoes on because Owen doesn’t have shoes on. How do you teach this skill. Like life we take it one day at a time. Today is a brand new day. I look at the happy times and find greatness in those moments. Make today amazing. And dream your dreams out loud! Smiles to all and donut daze!

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