Conversations with Bryce

Those of you who know Bryce personally may think the title of this post is an oxymoron.  It's true, actual conversations with Bryce are typically kind of one sided... or at least only one side can be fully understood.  Bryce probably understands both sides.  In some conversations all he wants to do is repeat everything you say, including any questions you ask him.

He was sitting on my lap while I was typing and then he wanted to see my collarbone where my port is located.  I had showed him when I had the bandage and now he likes to look at it every now and again.

"Mom, you ok?  You have a bandage?"  He pulls my sweater to the side so he can see (I help because I really don't need him to touch it).

"I'm ok!  I don't have a bandage anymore."  Well, not really, there are still a couple steri-strips left.

"Oh, you have a bandage.  You are ok, mom?  You have ouchie?"  He insists the steri-strips are bandages.  Then of course he leans his head into my shoulder exactly where the port it and that doesn't feel so great.  "I love you mom."

My sweet, typically kind of insensitive, son.  I say insensitive because the few times he's been with me and I was upset/crying, like when we had to put poor Berman down, Bryce thought my crying was hilarious and laughed with every sob!  It was then I realized he's not one of those kids who can sense how another person is feeling, or at least he doesn't seem to care.  But the look of concern and the sound of his voice when he asks if I'm ok melts my heart.  I guess there is hope for him having some compassion yet.