Son –
When you were born, I kind of knew that there were going to be feelings and experiences and levels of exhaustion coming that I could not expect. I expected to be surprised by the unexpected, if that makes any sense. And that was all true, but there was one thing that stuck out to me the most as something I truly and really did not see coming.
It turns out, when you are holding a little baby in your arms, and when you are watching that little baby start to turn into a small person, you get an overwhelming feeling of wanting to protect that little creature. In every way possible. You obviously want to physically protect it – but you also want to protect it emotionally and psychologically. Childhood innocence is real, and it is beautiful. I dread the process by which you will, slowly but surely, lose that innocence. Kids are cruel – they make you feel self-conscious about nearly anything, they laugh at you and hurt your feelings, they are cruel in a way that only kids can be. Continue reading “A Letter to My Son on His First Day of Kindergarten”
A Constant State of Hunger 