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Without A Doubt
I’d rather take it all on than have my boys have to struggle with anything. And I want them to be able to face whatever the world throws at them. It’s just so difficult to know how to help when they don’t want any help.
Last night, I was recording a podcast, and checking back over levels when I heard that I had picked up the sound of my son in the shower. I took my headphones off and listened. At first, I wasn’t sure if he might be talking on his phone, which was odd because I could hear the water from the shower running in uneven patterns which meant he was IN the shower. So, not on the phone.
He wasn’t talking, he was crying. Sobbing. At least that’s what I thought.
Before I heard anything that sounded like his voice, I had heard something fall. Had it been him? Had he fallen and was now crying? That wasn’t like him to cry over physical pain unless he was really hurt. And if he was injured, why hadn't he called for me to help? I put my ear to the door to listen and they were definite sobs. I knocked on the door and asked if he was okay. There was a pause and he called over the sound of the shower, “Yeah, I’m fine.” I continued, “Buddy, are you crying?”. “What?” “Are you crying? It sounded like you were crying.” Again a pause, “No, Jad said something funny in a group chat.”