Moving away from diet to motherhood.
The past two nights, I have laid down in the bed with my seven year old just before he goes to sleep and we "talk". He loves it. It's so special. I actually have really enjoyed that time. The first night we did it - just spontaneously - he told me all about the different robotic/sci-fi things he wanted to invent - and I was actually quite blown away by how clever and imaginative he is.
Last night I told him a bit about what I can remember from when I was seven, and he chatted to me about his day at school. This is the blessing: I have a son who WANTS to tell me things. I must not take that for granted. It's not always easy to get a child to talk to you, I mean, REALLY talk to you. It takes true, real listening. I think this is something I want to continue doing with him, as I think it will be a good "habit" for the future, when he really will need to offload his feelings and his day to me.