You bring him home from the hospital, in our case so early that you haven’t yet bought him a bed. You look at him, inscrutable in a quickly assembled bassinet, and set about understanding him. You hold him. You hold him until, and while, he learns to walk, then hold out your hands so that he has somewhere to practice walking to.
Sounds like he's raised a dad he can be proud of -- time for his sabbatical :) But truly, this is achingly beautiful.
The title caught my eye initially. In two weeks, I'm moving a continent away from my kids. They're about a decade younger than your young man, and there's nothing beautiful about the situation. But your piece reminds me that the arc of parenting is long, and I needed that. I thank you.
Sounds like he's raised a dad he can be proud of -- time for his sabbatical :) But truly, this is achingly beautiful.
The title caught my eye initially. In two weeks, I'm moving a continent away from my kids. They're about a decade younger than your young man, and there's nothing beautiful about the situation. But your piece reminds me that the arc of parenting is long, and I needed that. I thank you.
Lovely and true
beautiful, thank you Roblin.
Truly lovely; as much an homage to your roles in life, in your children’s lives, as it is an homage to your children in your life.