I woke up this morning, tired. My oldest son had a bloody nose during the night. We sat up together on the edge of his bed, figuring out how to make it quit, pressing and wiping until it was over. Bloody tissue next to the bed, we laid back down together and went to sleep.
Throughout, he was so calm. So unconcerned with losing precious sleep. He just sat still next to me, stopping the blood with his small hand. Like he’d rather be nowhere else. Like it was all just perfect.
And it was.
I have so much to learn from him.
