Feeling better... for now.

Conner seems to be feeling more relaxed. More rational. More himself.

It's tempting to think he's better. It's tempting to want to forget about reading more books, going to the therapist and worrying. I can't. I can't stop reading and trying because every once in a while he just regresses and is back where he was.

We had a great chat with George yesterday about some of the concerns that we have. His issues with leaving the house, his missing his Pepere and his concerns with travel. I think the best was the issues with leaving the house. Home is his safety net. He is feeling more comfortable at home, like we all do, but something in him jumps to think that he shouldn't leave.

George reminded him that you can't fit some fun things into your house. You can't fit the pond into the house. You can't fit a baseball diamond in the house. It really got him thinking.

The best benefit of having George say it is that it isn't us. We can say the same exact things but coming from a professional person who is NOT his parent, it puts it at a different level. He needs George. Although George seems to think that hubby and I can handle it all on our own with his help, I disagree... to a point. I think we need to do our part but I think he needs to be the one to lead with Conner.

Not many large issues this summer except for when hubby raises his voice to Conner. Hoping this summer will give Conner a chance to breath easier.