Today I wanted to write about a nice moment in my life that happened the other day.
My mother had been in the hospital for a couple of days. She had been suffering from acute anemia among other issues. The doctors could not seem to figure out the cause. All the tests had come back normal.
My father was home alone and is capable of taking care of himself but was having issues with his land line phone. He could call out but incoming calls were going directly to voice mail. Both my mom and dad have cell phones but never have them turned on. You know it might run up the bill if they were to leave them on.
My son was doing the weekly mowing for my grandfather’s estate. One parcel of land that he mows for the estate is located adjacent to my mom and dad’s house.
My sister who lives in Illinois knew about the trouble that my dad was having with his telephone. She knew that I was at work and unavailable and that my son who works at night for the local newspaper may be available to help. So she sent him at text message.
My son stopped in at my dad’s house and tried to help him with the telephone problem but good old customer centric Comcast couldn’t get a technician out to my dad’s house for 48 to 72 hours.
My son was concerned and acted on these concerns. On his own account without any prompting he took on the responsibility.
First he called me and asked me to please stop by my dad’s house after work and make sure he was ok and to see if there was anymore that I could do to help the situation.
Then his concerned turned to his grandma. What if the hospital had to get a hold of my dad in an emergency situation? He’s actually thinking through to worst case scenario and planning ahead on his own.
My son calls me and texts me requesting my dad’s cell phone number. By this time my dad has talked to my sister and she has told him to keep his cell phone on and handy.
I tell my son I have two numbers under my dad’s name but I’m not sure which is my dad’s and which is my mom’s. I don’t know their numbers by heart I never call them on the cell phone because they never have them turned on. What’s the point?
He says to me I’ll get it from your sister and he does.
He gets the number and then goes into the hospital.
When he gets there my mom is not in her room. He finds out she is having a routine procedure being done so he leaves her a note explaining what he has done and not to worry he is taking care of things.
Then my son goes to the administration desk and makes sure they have the number to my dad’s cell phone.
He took the old bull by the horns and handled business.
Just like an adult.
My son is a man.
I made sure I told him how proud I was of him.
To some of you this might not seem like a big deal but a parent who has raised a child from infancy to adulthood waits patiently for that day when you know they are going to be ok.
My son is going to be ok.
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