Our Father's Love
One night a few weeks ago I was in a deep sleep. All of a sudden, I woke up because I heard my sweet son crying from his room. It wasn’t a panicked screaming sort of cry but it was loud. I was so tired that I yelled for him to come to our bedroom but he simply continued crying. Instinctively, I knew what was wrong. I was a little more awake then and I remembered hearing this cry before. I got up and walked to his bedroom. I found him sitting straight up in his bed, eyes closed and crying this deep, hoarse cry. I scooped him up, carried him to the bathroom and stood him up in front of the toilet. Yes, that's right. He had to pee but he was so tired that he couldn't muster the energy to walk himself to the bathroom. As he stood there, his eyes remained closed while he relieved himself. I stood very closely by him, making sure that he wouldn’t fall over. After I went back to bed, I kept replaying the scene of what had just happened, over and over, in my h...