I witnessed something a couple of weeks ago and have been thinking about it ever since. While a parents love is unconditional, many of the things they do go unnoticed or unacknowledged . I asked my brother if he’d mind me sharing a story about him and he agreed. Thank goodness.
JJ’s road to recovery has been at a slow and steady pace. A couple of weeks ago, he started having some pretty intense pain in his right hip. Which happened to coincide with a visit from his two sons. We knew it was going to be tough, especially since one of the boys was sick. But, to him, a parent, it didn’t matter. There was nothing that was going to stop him from seeing them. So, one night after I got out of work, we headed out to meet their mom halfway. I didn’t realize that the route lead us through the white mountains.
Every curve of the road, hill and bump made JJ exhale in pain. And then, when we were at the highest elevation, the snow started and the wind began to strengthen. I was a mess. Trying to avoid divots in the road, while staying on it, in a new vehicle. I’m not a huge fan a driving in bad weather, but when other people are with me, like JJ or the boys, it adds a whole other layer of worry.
When we made it to the meeting place, pure relief came over me. I told JJ that we needed to find a different route home. We went to greet the kids and it was clear that his oldest was not feeling well. He had a terrible stomach ache. I got them loaded up with the help of their mom and we were on the road to home. With a different route all set it google maps.
Our trip home was even worse. We drove in some of the worst conditions, on some of the worst roads I had ever been on. This new route took us through a national forest, with steep inclines and declines, and black ice everywhere. We really should have been more thorough in our search earlier.
So, this is where the love story comes into play. Ten minutes into the trip we hear “Daddy, my tummy hurts, can you rub it?” JJ had already been huffing and puffing from pain. The toll the trip there took on JJ was immense. You could see it on his face and how he moved. So slowly, so cautiously. I looked at him, and he started wiggling and maneuvering his body as best as he could to face the back seat, and rub his sons tummy. And that’s how he sat for the entire 2 hour trip back. He fought through the pain, nausea and discomfort, so he could comfort his little boy.
While this act may be nothing remarkable for any parent. They will do anything for their kids. It was something I was in awe of. It was beautiful. To witness a love like that is just something I wanted to share.
I don’t care much for country music, but this post is for my brother.
“I know you have mountains to climb, but always stay humble and kind”