I’m Proud Of You

Yesterday, I wrote about TJ’s thoughtfulness—his care for my feelings before his own angst caused by a rough afternoon at the dentist. Yesterday was remarkable for a second reason as well.

I remember well the early days at the dentist. The screaming, cussing, and general “losing of the shit.” The timing questions—better to let him know in time to get himself steeled for what’s coming, or does that just give him more time to be anxious?

I was so distracted that I’d forgotten to even ask him how it went. Right before he went to bed, he texted this: “Procedure went great. Felt a bit of frustration and anxiety!”

My response: “I’m proud of you! You’ve come a long way.”

In reply: “Thanks. I am very proud of myself!”

As he should be.