This morning was a blessing...

Older Boy woke up dry. He was THRILLED!

I went in to wake him up (not his strong suit) and he woke up immediately. The first thing he said to me was "Mom...I'm dry."

He is like a different kid today. He has really been struggling with behavior. This was totally stressing him out.

On the way to daycare I explained I will never send him away for wetting the bed, because I know he can't control it. He has PTSD and a kidney disorder. Neither of those are his fault. How can he be blamed?

I reminded him I love him and I don't want him to leave. He cried.

In the words of one of my campers from this past weekend..."You cry, I cry."

Praises for a good morning. Praises for a new sense of peace and confidence for Older Boy.