wonderfully weird

My son and I took the most amazing vacation together last week. It was truly the very best thing we ever could have done together. We went to Sea World, and he had the time of his life.
And as for me... well, I finally quieted all those doubts I've had about my ability to handle things on my own.
As a single-parent, I don't think I am alone in these nagging questions that sometimes run through my head. Always trying to be prepared for every tiny blimp that may appear. Always having a Plan A, Plan B and sometimes even a Plan C. This is the necessity of life for a single parent, because as we all know, life happens.
And so does the unexpected.
So as we headed to San Antonio, I'll admit that I was a bit nervous about the unknown. I mean, how can you have even a Plan A when you're headed into an unknown area without a clue as to what to expect, and surrounded by hundreds of other tourists?
You can't. I guess you just have to have faith in your abilities.
Which is what I did when, after the most fun-filled, wonderful day at Sea World with my son, he woke up at 1:30 a.m. with 102.4 degree fever and what I thought was an asthma attack.
I remained calm and collected.... I calmly collected him, talked him through breathing in and out, approached the desk at the hotel and calmly drove us to the nearest hospital.
And when I tucked him into our hotel room bed at 3 a.m., after learning that he actually had pnumonia, I slipped off my vomit soaked clothes, got into the shower and realized.... I can do this. I really can do this.