I spoke too soon . . .

Youngest Son got a call from one of the places he applied to for a job.  (As I wrote earlier, Hubby took him around to several places over the last holiday weekend.)  It's a fast food place that serves fish.  If you've read my blog for a while, you know Youngest Son is triggered by the smell of fish.

Figures.

I never would have taken him there to apply for a job.  Hubby didn't think anything of it.

Fate is a funny, funny thing sometimes, isn't it?

It figures the ONE PLACE that would call without his doing any follow up on his own would be the fish place.

We'll see what happens.  I have decided to let go of much this year.  This 2013.  I've done all I can do these last five and a half years to help these kids heal.  I just keep doing what I know.  I keep learning, but we're getting to a point and I need to let go of some things.  Youngest Son is 17.  I need to start letting go and letting God with some things.  Fish will be one of these things.  If it triggers him, he'll need to deal with it.  I can't protect him from fish smell the rest of his life.  Amen.  So be it.