Trip to the dentist...

Took my little boy to the store today to buy silly bands. It's a crazy fad, but he loves them. He is my shy one and, actually, he interacts quite a bit with the other kids in trading them. He was extra good at the dentist today, so that was his treat. He sat in the dentist chair with these huge orange sunglasses on, his flip flopped little feet wriggling back and forth. He opened his mouth wide "like a lion" and didn't complain. It is in these rare moments that I can get a small glimpse of the independence and confidence that I pray will come to him. He is only seven but I need to know that he will be OK. I need to be able exhale. Just a little...