You all know how it goes; kids get's sick, kid won't go to bed, kid finally falls asleep, kid doesn't stay asleep and wakes you up when you were finally able to fall asleep, kid is now hungry, thirsty, but because the child is ill they will not eat or drink, thus the parent is left feeling helpless and tired.
At 4 a.m. as I held my boy in my arms I had a moment of awakening as I looked down at him and he looked up at me with a look of total confusion like, why do I feel this way, I want to eat, drink and sleep but it just hurts too much. With his head on my shoulder I realized that I was his comfort, he was relying completely on me to make everything ok. I stopped grumbling at my predicament and pride filled my heart for this beautiful child that I had been entrusted with. Sleep soon came for both of us, but not before a bond was formed between father and son. I look forward to more of these moments in the coming years, just maybe more in the afternoon time.