The world around me swirls with negativity and irony. Even outside the realm of politics -- which I would call a whirlwind here in the United States.
So I started thinking about niceness, specifically nice things someone has said to me. The sort of thing that can stored away, then picked one up on a bad day.
I have come up with several, but here is the best one, by far:
I've mentioned before that I have a son on the autism spectrum, but that's not his only issue. We did a professional genetic workup at the local medical center. The result was that he apparently has a syndrome, but it's not identified anywhere in the literature. So who knows what course things will take. He's 22 now, and doing pretty well. But the syndrome caused (so far) (1) his skull to fuse in the womb, requiring several complex surgeries, (2) low muscle tone, (3) some mild facial distortion, (4) fewer teeth than normal and poorly arranged, (5) a hip issue that required 3 or surgeries, and (6) the aforementioned autism.
Yet he's a mostly happy guy.
Back to the nice thing he said.
He was 10 or 11 and getting prepped for a major surgery. Only one parent could go into the operating theater with him as things set up (leaving when surgery started) and it was my turn. My son had brought his usual surgery companion along, a stuffed bear someone had given him years ago, which he called "Bear Baby." When they were getting ready to roll him into the operating room, the surgeon asked him what he wanted to take with him, suggesting Bear Baby.
My son said, "Nope, just my dad."
Even now it makes me teary.
BTW, that surgery went well, as did all the others. It's been close to 10 years now since the last surgery.
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