I’ll always have your back

My dad, Dave Ramsey, who like my mom, has always had my back.

His little fat cheeks are red. His eyes are closed and a slight snore is coming from his nose. My three-year-old son had surgery this morning to install a  third set of ear tubes and have his adenoids removed.  The poor kid can’t catch a break.

I watched as he struggled to come out from anesthesia.  He’s like me — he’s not a happy camper when he wakes up from surgery. He was miserable. He was pissed at the world.

I held him tight as he floated in and out of consciousness. He woke up happy this morning and the world just handed him a pretty rude shock.  Welcome to life, little buddy. But while he slept, breathing softly against my breast, I whispered five important words into his ear: “I’ll always have your back.”

People in his life will lie to him. They will betray him. They will tell him one thing and then cut his legs right out from under him.  He’ll have his heart broken.  He’ll get cheated.  He’ll get used.  But he’ll always be able to depend on those five words. He’ll always be able to depend on me.  That’s my promise to my son.

I’ll always have your back, little buddy. Now get some sleep and heal.