Today I saw Josiah's social worker, and she asked how he was doing. "Awesome!" was my reply, and I meant it.
It used to be that getting Josiah to even hold my hand was a battle. I dreaded the parking lot when we ran errands.
Today, we took a long walk to enjoy the beautiful Indian summer weather. Tucked in my hand was that of my son, by his choice, and it rarely left. This is no longer unusual, but it sure is special to me every time it happens.
I'm even starting to forget I ever considered Josiah to be my strong-willed child.
Hard to believe a change in diet could do so much.
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