The trust that he has in me that I will advise him strictly in his best interests is almost the child’s reliance on a parent for protection.
We talked in the morning and he had some of his family in for Father's Day. I turned off the sound on my phone since I had gotten all the calls I am entitled to. I picked the phone up again at 8:52 and saw that I had a call and a voice mail from him at 7:54. He's normally asleep at that time, especially since he works tomorrow. I was a little alarmed and didn't even listen to the vm, just called back. The phone was answered after five rings and I could hear him breathing and making noises on the other end but calling his name several times didn't get him to answer by voice. Now I was really alarmed and hung up and immediately called back. "What time is it?", he asked. "8:52." "In the MORNING?" "NO, p.m." "Oh, 8:52 at night. I thought I had overslept my alarm". (5 a.m.). He had been dead asleep. Now I felt guilty. "Did you listen to my voice message?" "I'm so sorry, no, I just immediately called you back." More guilt. "I just wanted to run something by you." Feeling warm inside: trust, need. He ran it by me and I instantly said "NO!" and gave him my reasons. "Ohh, you are so right! You hit the nail right on the head!" "Am I the commode handle again?" (greatest compliment I ever received). "You are the commode handle, the gold-plated commode handle!" I love him so much.
