We went to the beach today, all 9 of us piled into a minivan for a 45 min ride. It was a wonderful day with almost everything working out. My oldest at home hurt his hand and didn't go in the water so he was always at the blanket. My husband and I were knee deep in water with the other 4 kids while my 17 yo (that always takes things too far) was off trying to teach Major to body surf the waves. So, I go out to check on them and find Major hitting his limit with fear and frustration and a few mouth fulls of water. I get him in to shore and try to entice him into building sandcastles. He complains he wants to go back out. I told him he could go back out in a little bit, literally I turned around and he is back in the water with his brother. His brother is a certified lifeguard by the way. I go back out in a little bit, see Major is overwhelmed again and get them both in for food. After they ate I was able to keep Major out a little while, then I let him go back in the ocean. I'm with the others on the shoreline, Major comes up to me and announces that he wants to go home NOW. It seems he was tumbled by a wave and got very scared. His reaction was to demand to go home. So, I get him to take a litle walk with me and we talk as we look for pebbles, hoping to find the perfect worry stone. He told me he was scared and took a shell and broke it, telling me that is what he thought would happen to him. He let me hug him a bit. We returned to the others and he went back in the water with the younger kids and had FUN. It is huge that Major showed fear and didn't hide it behind anger. And it is huge that he pulled it together several times and we pulled off a succuessful family outing. Sorry, this should probably be over in general, opps!