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Monday, October 09, 2006

Amazing Love #2

Again, there's no particular order, I probably shouldn't number them. It's just me thinking of people who have had a definite impact in my life.

While my dad found a woman, who from toddler to teenager showed me amazing love, my mom found someone who became my dad. So, I am blessed to have two amazingly, wonderful fathers. I really don't take it lightlly. I have a friend who has never met her father, and another whose father is a jerk. So for me to say, I had two in one lifetime, is nothing short of a direct blessing from God.

I was never looked upon as a "step-daughter" as I guess the world, who knew, saw it. I was always his girl. When people saw my brother, they would say he looked just like my mom. When they saw me, they'd say, I looked just like my dad. We'd just smile!

He spent countless hours in the front yard playing catch, usually burn-out. Or, we'd spend the afternoon in the driveway playing basketball, pig and round-the-world come to mind. He taught me to ride a bicycle and a little Honda 50 motorcycle. One snowy day, he pulled my best friend and I on a sled behind his car. We must have gone all over the neighborhood. During the summer, we were on the boat. He'd pull me up and down the lake on ski's, kneeboard, or in the tube. When teaching me to drive, I nearly took out a Braum's. I don't remember any of my friend's dads spending that much time with them, you talk about someone going way above and beyond the call of duty.

I know I wouldn't be the same person today if it weren't for him. The number one thing he instilled in me was, the sky's the limit, there's nothing I can't do. Although I was always the shortest in my class, he encouraged me to play basketball. I aways enjoyed singing. If fame was decided by a dad's love and encouragement, I'd been the next Reba McIntire. From an early age, he had me singing in church, plays, restaurants, and school. I even performed in the 80's at a Republican Rally for Pres. George Bush. Because of him, I have the confidence of the world.

I honestly believe that he was and still is my biggest fan. And it was also he who I feared the most. Not that he would ever stop loving me or that anything would change the fact that I'm his daughter, but somehow I'd disappoint him so bad that I would kill the spark in his eyes. I don't think any father has ever been so proud of their daughter as he is in me. When I found myself needing help out of a mess which I created, making that call home to him was the most difficult. Of all the heartbreaks in my life, seeing his break was the worst.

This is only a glimpse of what he gave and still gives me. His love, support, confidance, pride, is nothing short of amazing!

Monday, October 02, 2006

Poop Patrol

Friday, I finally took Little Man to the doctor. He's been complaining for some time about a stomach ache.

First of all, you must understand my son. He tends to be a complainer and if you'll lend an ear, he'll give you an earfull. He's one that sees the cup as half empty rather than half full. He's quick to point out what's wrong rather than what's right. I'm having to teach him how to be thankful (definitely another blog). It's hard for me b/c, being thankful has always come easy.

And as far as being sick, it's something different each day. His legs, his head, his belly, etc... So when he started regularly complaining about his stomach hurting, it took me a while to pick up on it. You know, it's kinda like The Boy Who Cried Wolf.

On the way to the appointment, Little Man asked if he'd have to get a shot. I said I'm not sure, but if it makes your belly better, do you want it? His reply was I'll do anything to stop my belly from hurting. (ouch ... I should have taken him in long before now)

So the doctor x-rayed his belly. He asked Little Man how long his belly has been hurting. He said for over a year. Okay, there's no way it's been a year, but it's definitely been weeks. Just how many weeks. . . I can't say.

The doctor showed hubby the x-ray which you can visibly see, He's backed up. Doc checked all his organs and Thank God, says that everything's working just fine. Told us to give him this medicine for the next 5 to 7 days and then check back with him.

Poor thing, he's been living in the bathroom for the past 3 days and it's probably gonna be another 4 days before it stops. His bottom is so sore. I don't know what else to do but have him sit in the tub as much as possible and cover him in vaseline.

Hubby lovingly says, the doc didn't tell him anything he didn't already know, our son's full of shit. And while I find the humor, this little incident struck a chord in me. I don't know what I'd do without Little Man. I absolutely adore his sweet, sensitive side and how I'd go on without him? Well, that would just be impossible.

Okay. . . . so. . . . no harm, no foul. He'll spend the next 7 days in the bathroom, get better, and life will go on. In the mean time, I've got to figure out how to catch these things earlier, but at the same time refrain from feeding the "I'm always sick monster inside him."