He asked!

My oldest is headstrong, impatient, determined, and fiercely independent. I simply have no idea where he might have inherited these traits. We have had a terrible week, locked in a battle of wills. Yesterday, we spent the morning at Givhans-Ferry State Park.

On the way back to the car, he asked to hold my hand. He’ll be three next Sunday and that was the first time he has asked to hold my hand. He’s grabbed my friends’ hands, his friends’, random strangers’, and even his dad’s hand, but he’d never asked for mine.

It was such a nice change from the, “Go away, Mama,” I’d heard all week.