I get to brag today. I've been in the process of moving from one place to another, an overwhelming proposition for me with my health, especially with a bad shoulder and bad knees.
My son has been wonderful. First, he got all his friends together and moved all my stuff for me. He came by and sat at the house while the cable guy came by so I wouldn't have to miss work. And, today, he helped me clean my apartment so it can pass muster at move out. He did a great job.
We had lunch together and just talked. He's 22 and I can't believe how wonderful he has turned out. I am so very lucky and I know some day some woman is going to have a wonderful husband.
So if you can't find a good man out there, raise one instead. But truly, I think I am just darn lucky.
What a wonderful son you have!!
I always say "Not only do I love my children, I also like who they have become."
So true - I love and like my son. Deanna, we never know where help will come from and fortunately for you it was your son. It gave the 2 of time together. I love spending time with my son. Don't get to do it often but when we do it's special. You're lucky. Deanna, you have wonderful son and it goes to show what a good job you did bring him up.I am lucky. The best part of the day was him saying how much he was enjoying my company. My kids are truly my best friends. They have been my biggest source of support. They never question the validity of my illness. Although at one time, my son sure got mad at the doctors as to why they couldn't figure out how to make me better.
They are patient about me not being able to do things with them because they know later I will help them out. They are learning that family responsibility goes beyond the Thanksgiving dinner table. Now, I see them giving that same kind of care to each other and to their friends. That's when I am really proud of them. Because then I know the most important lessons stuck.
I think I will keep them.
Deana, how wonderful that your son is so supportive. You've done a good job raising him. I think our children learn compassion by seeing us go through our lives with RA. My now 30 year old son was there for me when I had my cancer surgery. He was the one who drove me back and forth from the surgery center, got me lunch, and wouldn't let me drive. I love him so much. My daughter is wonderful too. How blessed we are.Deanna, he sounds wonderful. Reading this brought tears to my eyes. My son is only 5 years old but I love him with all of my heart and soul and I hope he grows up to be a wonderful man. Hope I do as well as you have :)You did a great job raising such a caring, loving son. You should be proud and you deserve to brag.