Just another day

It's been one of those days for him. He's tired, didn't get much sleep last night. Looks like life just keeps going and a desire in his heart lunges for the pace to pause so he can rest. But no time for rest now, he's got to leave in a few minutes to head out to the afternoon. He pauses not sure what to do next. I try to whisper to him an encouragement, to show him that I'm there, for a moment I thought he heard me, his head lifted up and I was sure he was looking at me but he turned his head down and the heaviness on his shoulders were visible. I need to get his attention today, there's much to do. Ah there, he's getting on his laptop, that's it, I'll keep speaking to him through the posts of others and remind him I'm here. What a crowded mind, here's a thought about work, one about income, one about being a failure, one about pleasing others, no wonder he can't hear me.

That's it! Look here, I'm still here. There's the smile I've been looking for. I know it's a rough day buddy, I can tell you're tired. Hang in there tho son, it's going to be a great day. You excited? He nodes his head to show me a yes, I don't believe you, are you excited? I grab him and spin him around and his face lights up and he says, "Yes I am". Now I have much to tell you about your day, you ready for me to write and you to do? Hesitating a little, he asks what I am going to write and I tell him with a reassuring face, you'll just have to find out but it's going to be good. He packs his stuff up and gets ready to go. I can see the encouragement starting to flow in his body, oh the joy of being the author, but he is more than a character, he's my son. He's yet to discover what is ahead.

 - The Author -