Another proud mommy moment...

My son had friends over for a sleep-over birthday party this past weekend. It was a lot of fun and the kids enjoyed themselves, but there were also some less than enjoyable moments. Ruben's friends are all smaller than Jacques, which is understandable as there is a three and a half year age difference. Jacques likes having the friends over, he was very excited beforehand. But, he gets over excited and then doesn't know how to regulate his emotions. Unfortunately some of the friends had to endure slaps and having things thrown at them. I felt bad for the friends, and tried to explain that Jacques didn't mean to hurt them, that he just got excited and didn't know how to express himself.
Ruben came home yesterday and told me that one of the friends that came for the sleep-over told him that he doesn't want to be friends anymore. Luckily, my very resilient child wasn't upset about this and just told me about three new friends he made. I feel really proud of him, for not making it a big issue, and just accepting it and moving on.
I am amazed that Ruben has figured out, on his own, that if his friends, and people in general, does not want to accept Jacques (and therefor him), that it is not a reflection on him, but rather on the other person.

I really want to foster the notion in him (and in myself) that we are not victims of our circumstances. We can make the best of whatever happens in our lives. That is what I want to accomplish with my new keto lifestyle, I want to do everything in my power to not become a victim of alzheimers disease.
I want to help in the research and studies, to find ways to combat dementia from early on, especially in the population who are at risk of early onset alzheimers disease. If my keto experimenting can lead to some hope for not only my future but anyone else's it is worth the try, and if I realize that keto is not the way, I will keep researching and trying until we find something that will help in the prevention of this horrible disease.

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