My Baby Boy's Whiskers

It saddens me to think of my son and his father's bitterness towards one another.  I pray that as the years pass by son will have time to reflect on the good times he spent with his father and be able to find some peace.  Regrettably his father passed away without reconciliation with his son.

Scotty and his father had not always been at odds.  There was a time when they played happily together.  It was such a joy just to watch them interact with one another.  One day when Scott was a curious three year old explorer while visiting his Grandma and Grandpa Reese he fell and cut open his little chin requiring stitches.  I stayed home with baby sister while father and son went to the ER.  I'll never forget how proud my husband was of his "big boy".  He bragged about Scotty's bravery and how he never cried as the doctor gently stitched up his little chin.  Several days later Scotty and I visited the family doctor to have the stitches removed.  Wow, how the situation changed.  Even though the doctor insisted there would be no pain Scotty cried and kept his little hands tightly cupped around his chin so that the doctor could not remove the stitches.  After some time the doctor wisely asked the terribly upset little fellow what was wrong.  It turned out Scotty was proud of his stitches.  He thought he had whiskers just like his daddy and wanted to keep them.  The doctor asked Scotty if Daddy shaved every morning?  He slowly nodded agreement.  She then asked if he would allow her to shave him.  Then it was all right and he calmly let the doctor remove the stitches.

Those were precious and wonderful days.  My husband and I had very little in the way of material possessions but what we did have was two beautiful toddlers who loved us and we loved them.