The Magic of Family

A few weeks ago, Brendon came home from school for dinner a bit exhausted.  It was Thursday of finals weeks.  I could tell he was stressed by the silence at the dinner table.  We ate our dinner and talked a little bit.  I asked if he was stressed and he said he was.  I hate when he’s stressed with school.  I know, it’s part of life and definitely part of medical school.  But I hate that there’s not a lot I can do or say to remedy the stress.  I can sing Bob Marley’s “Everything is gonna be alright” (which I do…often), but that doesn’t help much, other than an occasional smile.  But this Thursday of finals was really neat:

Brendon finished his dinner well before me (as usual).  Henry was asleep on the floor of the living room.  Brendon got Henry and came back to the dinner table.  I ate and watched as Brendon stared at Henry.  Henry began smiling in his sleep as he often does and Brendon immediately followed with a smile.  I smiled.  I finished dinner and the three of us headed upstairs and hung out on our bed.  We talked and stared at Henry some more.  An hour later, we woke up from a much needed nap.  Brendon had stayed home longer than he had planned, which I thought would make him more stressed.  I asked if he would be okay and he didn’t seem worried at all about the lost time.  Brendon told me he was doing better and, attributing it to the time with our little family said,  

“That’s the magic of family.”