Detox Bath Realness

I went in to do Dempsey's soapies while he was in his detox bath. He mentioned that soon I wouldn't be able to do soapies because he wouldn't have any hair to soap. How right he is.

There was such levity in his realness, though. It was beautiful. He was acknowledging something from his heart in his own Dempsey way. Precious.

He even joked like this...
You'll come in and say... "I'm here to do your.... Wait! There's no hair to soapie."
He said this with lightness of heart and even some dramatic poses/ postures for added emphasis. Imagine him sitting in the bath water, bringing his hand to his face in a thinking pose, furrow his eyebrows, and utter those words. Such a big personality in such a little body!

He is feeling things no five year old should feel. He's processing things no five year old should have to process. He does all this with such a matter-of-fact attitude. We work to give Dempsey the words and space to process and share what he's feeling and processing.

We try to let him control the things in his life that he can control... like the cutting/ shaving of his remaining hair. He says "no" so we say "okay". When it comes to brother things, we try to make things fair... even when this means he will be unhappy. He needs to learn how to deal, cope, process, compromise, and so many other big-person things. One day this cancer will be gone. It will be behind us. When that day comes we need for Dempsey to be a quality human being... not a spoiled brat who developed bad habits that will plague him throughout his life. We are committed to raising two gentleman... not one gentleman and one human who uses a health hurdle as a crutch as they limp through life.

Friends, there is so much laughter in our home!! It is glorious. Those deep inside giggles that start in your toes and gush out your mouth and even make your nose snort as you gasp for air. Sawyer can make Dempsey do that like no one else. Their bond is beautiful and I am grateful to God for growing it... even when I think there is something wrong with the soil (cancer).''

I wish you could have seen him and heard his little voice have that above-mentioned conversation with me. I have to log things like this because there are so many beautiful moments amid this craptastic journey.

Thank you for your prayers. Your support. Your encouragement. Your blessings in their many forms. We need you. We appreciate you. We loves you.