I tell him how to sweep a house, when to draw his sidearm and perform the most simple of tasks.
While I am, without a doubt, an integral part of Jim's life (not his life as in home, work, etc. But life as in his being alive), I sometimes have a time of separating what I want Jim to do and what his emotions tell him to do. For example, if Jim is on the job and he's forced to draw his sidearm and he does, that's one thing. But if he knows the person in his sights, that's where the emotions come in. He knows he has a job to do but he feels hurt and betrayal by the perpetrator.
However, right now Jim is having a whole slew of emotions that I need to keep in check. As he stands beside Sara in the delivery room, being shouted at with "I'll never let you touch me again" and "we're not having this baby. I'm having this baby." As she squeezes his hand for all it's worth I find myself working overtime with all the thoughts running through me. Will Jim be a better parent this time around? What about schooling? What about medical issues? What about college? What about grandchildren? Its these things that Jim runs through me as the shouting and verbal assaults continue.
When all was said and done, Sara was exhausted and Jim held his son in his arms. As she rested, Jim visited the nursery and watched as the doctors and nurses performed the usual tests done on newborns. After a while Jim went back to Sara's room and sat beside her as she slept. Again, all those previous thoughts ran through me and I tried to sort them out as best I could.
But as I said before, its oftentimes hard to separate out emotion from reason. However, with all this new activity all I know is that Jim has got a long road ahead of him and it is my duty to facilitate his ability to deal with anything that life throws his way.