Fair warning: This is a self-indulgent and selfish posting. There’s nothing unique here; every parent feels this way. Feel free to ignore.
Another Sunday, another early departure from Church for me and the boy.
I know that no one really understands anyone, but I wish I knew what upsets him so. What causes him to cry out, almost in pain, once the music stops? There shouldn’t be a wall between me and my boy.
But there is.
God, I’m sick of seeing through a mirror darkly.
I want to see my boy, face to face, eye to eye.
I want to know the boy behind those eyes.
Update: This afternoon, playing in the tub at Gaygay’s using his tub letters, the boy spelled out and read “Rabbit,” “Tigger,” and “Pooh.” Language is a beautiful thing.
