My newborn son usually has no interest in what's going on on TV when I'm nursing him. He has no interest whatsoever in what any of us are saying or doing while he's eating. He is always fully focused on eating. But, today, when a calm and collected commercial for a nearby cancer research center came on, my son stopped nursing and slowly turned towards the television.
Like it was speaking to him. Like it had called his name. Like that was his calling.
My daughter saved me from being an alcoholic.
My oldest son saved my sanity.
My youngest son is going to save me from cancer.
[Disclaimer: My mom died from cancer.]
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