I just want to say that I was moved to tears today by my young man, Nathan. He has matured so much recently. Today when I got home from a long day at work, I had a headache. I was cranky and tired. He asked me if something was wrong. I told him my head hurt. He told me to go lay down, that he didn't like to see me feeling bad.
As I was laying in bed I realized how he has taken up the role recently of watching over me and his brother and sister. His Dad has been gone for almost 3 months. Nathan is almost 14.
In the last couple of weeks this is what I have seen from him:
He has helped Beck learn about Junior High school. He showed him where his classes are, he showed him how to open his locker. He told him how lunch works.
He said he was thinking about changing his schedule so that he would have the same lunch as Beck.
He has tried to appease Beck when Beck was having meltdowns in the evening this week. He offers to let Beck watch him play on the computer. Beck loves to do that.
He hugs me when I feel down. He pats my back. He doesn't complain when I ask him to do chores. He drops everything when I ask. Did I mention he doesn't complain??!
He plays and acts silly with Chloe. She adores him! He invites her and/or Beck to spend the night in his room. They consider that to be a special invitation.
I love that boy. And I want everyone else to see the good in him. When we are in public he often looks glum and is very quiet. But that's his insecurity showing through.
I am so proud that at almost 14 he still hugs and kisses me. Not in public, mind you, but at home, where it counts and has the most meaning.
Did I mention that I love that boy? Because really, I love him.
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