I am thankful for my son's compassionate heart.
J is not normally the most emotional person. He is more the even keel, go with the flow type. Sure, he is prone to the normal kid tantrums and crying jags, but for the most part he is stoic like his dad. Sometimes, though, he really takes things to heart and it makes me glad that he can be empathetic, sympathetic and sensitive.
Last night he and I went to Dallas to watch our high school team's playoff game. It was a rough night for the Bulldogs, and the loss not only ends Wylie's season but Austin's (J's "big Bulldog") high school football career. When we went down to visit with Austin after the game, he was visibly upset. J walked up to give Austin a hug and his eyes were filled with tears. He was sad that they lost, but even more, the "finality" of it really touched him, too.
I love a tough, "let me shoulder your burdens" kind of guy and I hope J will grow up to be like that. I don't subscribe to the "men don't cry" theory, though, and I hope he is never ashamed to tell or show someone how he feels.