The time has come

I am so heartbroken but also see this more and more as what is supposed to be.  Over the weekend, MLRA had peed on his bed, his pajamas and I soon thereafter discovered that he had also peed on his bed.  Peeing on his bed took some extra effort as he had to take the plastic off the mattress, pee, then put the plastic back on.  I would not have known had I not asked him if he had peed in his room that day.  He said yes and I asked him to show me where.  He showed me how he had pulled the plastic aside, peed then put everything back.  Its very likely he peed in between the floor boards and on the wall also as his room really reeks of pee now. 

Over the weekend Aunt #2 miscarried.  But before we knew, MLRA had asked me to send a text to her:  I miss you a lot and I love you a lot.  My mom has a black car and my dad has a blue car and I am glad you are having a baby. 

As part of his transition, his therapists asked that I write out a journal for his aunt on his favorite foods, special things, and his bedtime and morning routines. 

Favorite breakfast meals:
oatmeal with brown sugar
banana with egg and milk smoothie
banana with peanut butter and milk smoothie
apple with salt
orange juice
waffles
pancakes

Bedtime routine:
brush teeth
go potty
take a bath and practice counting
good night hugs
read 1 or 2 books
say prayers
Wrap him up in a blanket and rock him to sleep.
tuck him in and place his dream catcher near his bed to catch and trap all his bad dreams.

When he is upset
rocking him
holding his hand and taking deep breathes
inhaling some lavendar oil
tear up papers

After school
we go on adventures we dress up and walk around the neighborhood in his costume. 

Sundays:
He cooks with me. He can add help cook dinner.  We use sign language to communicate during this time and I can carry him or he can use the stool to reach the counter. 

He is saying goodbye today to his preschool teacher, his therapist and his regular daycare worker.  Tomorrow he says good bye to his therapeutic daycare provider and all his teachers there.  We fly out and I drive him to his aunt's house.  He has asked that his aunt come out to my car and unbuckle him and take him into the house.  My guess is that he has come to associate car seats with being safe and it may mean that he is ready for the transfer of "care" and that is how what he needs to feel the transition. 

He is super excited that he will go to school with his brothers.  He can hardly wait. 
I think that his excited anticipation is God's gift to me.  Thank you God.  I don't think I would be able to handle the screaming and clinging to my leg type of good bye. 

I am now absolutely positive this is how it is supposed to be.  *Amen*