THE BOY IS ON THE MEND
Thanks to all of you who have sent your kind thoughts and prayers for young Max.
I wrote a blog a few weeks ago on high speed rail that I thought was fairly insightful. I recently posted interviews with the head of the U.S Census Bureau, the Championship Director for the PGA, HHS Secretary Kathleen Sebelius, and NBC's Ann Curry to name a few.
I got a few responses to these blogs.
Then I posted the bit on Max's surgery, and I lost count of how many emails, tweets, and messages I received. So again, thank you to everyone.
I certainly wasn't soliciting those responses. When I write about the family, I'm really just trying to connect with everyone. You do that by establishing shared experience, and anyone who's ever loved a child can appreciate what we went through the last few days. I mean, tonsils out... no big deal... but unsettling nonetheless.
You do reach a moment just before surgery where you realize you just let a group of relative strangers wheel your kid away on a bed... with the intent to drug him and cut parts of him with sharp objects. I know... I know... but that, literally, is what they were doing.
So I'm happy to let you all know the boy is doing as well as we could have hoped. It's not a quick recovery, and he has his moments, but so far so good.
At this point I'm most concerned about deprogramming all the bad habits we're allowing in the short term. Food in the family room... sure... as long as he's eating. Another Popsicle? You bet... long as he's taking in fluids. Backyardigans... again... sure.
So how, in two weeks, do we just turn it all off? I've got a 4 year old who already uses the phrase, "It's not fair!" Who taught her that? What do you mean, "fair?" What do you know about "fair?" I'll show you fair. You know what's not fair? Anyway.
So the boy is hanging in there. I sure enjoyed playing legos and eating pudding the last few days, but time to get back to work.