It is Wednesday afternoon, I am exhausted from a long day at work after a long day yesterday and a full night spent in the emergency room with my daughter thinking she had appendicitis. We made it through the night and today she is better (another thing to be grateful for).

David, my 13 year-old son came with me to the emergency room last night and I am so fortunate that he was there. During the course of the day and night, he did many amazing things. Here are just a few:

  • Took care of Daryn in the morning when I was at work and she was laying on the bathroom floor being sick
  • Went to my friendly neighbors house to borrow a thermometer to make sure she didn’t have a bad fever
  • Made chicken soup from scratch (you should have seen him cutting up carrots, onions, celery, garlic)
  • Carried Daryn to and from the car when we went to the emergency room
  • Sat with her and held her in the emergency room while we were waiting for them to call us
  • Held Daryn’s bowl for her when she got sick
  • Did the Napoleon dynamite dance and the oompa loompa dance in the emergency room to cheer her up
  • Fixed her hospital bed for her and adjusted the TV, blanket, pillows, etc. So that she could be comfortable
  • Watched her iv fluid carefully and promptly notified the nurses when it ran out

He is so kind and thoughtful and loving – I am so proud of who he is, and I look forward to the man he will become.

I am also grateful for many other things about David. I love that he marches to the beat of his own drum. He has an interesting and eclectic group of friends, he is a bit ‘alternative’ with his personal style, and is not interested in conforming to the ‘norm’.

He teaches me about music, and his tastes are wide and varied – from Bob Marley to the Beatles to Marvin Gaye, Tupac, Gangstarr, the Strokes, the Ramones – he never fails to surprise me with something new.

He cares about his family and the world around him, although you may not think so when you first meet him. He is often insightful and extremely sensitive (and sometimes down right hard-headed). I am most happy in our moments together when we are not bickering or arguing about chores or homework and responsibilities. I am happy and fortunate that he is my son, and every day he continues to make me proud.

I am thankful for David.