B has a fear of the vacuum cleaner. When he was younger he would scream in terror at the noise it made. I learned to warn him in advance so he could to go to his room and shut the door. Tonight, when I started up the vacuum, he sat in the kitchen. He did not run to his room and I thought, "Hmm. This is progress!" Then I saw his little face peek around the corner and in an apprehensive voice, he said, "Mommy? Can I help?" He proceeded to take the handle as I helped him pass the vacuum across the floor.
These may seem like small things, but they are HUMONGOUS (as B would say) to me. I am so proud of him for facing his fears and doing what is more than uncomfortable for him. He is a little fighter. I am so thankful God blessed me with this stubborn little boy.