He didn't want to go. He was nervous. He thought he'd get lost in the woods or get separated from everyone. He didn't want to leave his dad and me. He was convinced that something awful was going to happen to him.
Tony and I finally talked him into going, assuring him that his friends and their parents would take very good care of him. He agreed to go with a noticeably shaky voice, but was still second guessing his decision on the way to his friend's house.
I talked to my friend about it. We've been in this place together many times (I wrote about it here), and she completely understands his fears and my worries. She assured me that both she and her son would stay close to James and make sure he never felt scared.
And then she sent me this photo. This absolutely perfect photo that made me realize for the bazillionth time that both James and I have the most incredible friends. Ever.
I can't stop looking at it.
And every time that James tells me he can't go somewhere without me, or he is afraid that he will be left alone, I'm going to show him this photo.