Do parents ever stop worrying about the well-being of their kids, whatever their age?
Here are my three adult sons; Mason, Will and Pierce.
And here they are as little guys, back in the 1970s. Happy most of the time, but also vulnerable. They needed to be watched over and taken care of.
This past week I had the rare opportunity to once again be "the Dad," and take care of the needs of my oldest son, Will.
That soccer ball had hit him in the nose really hard when he was a kid, so he finally had some out-patient surgery to clear up some nasal problems. I picked him up at the hospital.
I did this drawing later that night as he dozed off and on between movies, sitting on his couch.
On my way home the next morning I realized, in my heart, my big sons will always be "the little guys."
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