The Parent Trap

The Parent Trap

There’s the still, placid surface of the pond and there’s the mysterious, murky depths below. We inhabit both realms but these days I’m 90% underwater.

When you say this, I think that…

When you say: How was your day?

I think: I steal, stretch and manipulate time but still it all goes too fast and in the end I wonder where it’s all going. Looking for loopholes where I can escape, be hedonistic. In the undercurrents I’m looking for something altogether opposite from what I’m actually doing.

When you say: How are the kids?

I think: They are future adult human beingsalbeit under construction. I’m the foreman. Safety goggles on, out the door with you, into the world! I’ll be here if you need me, for hugs, advice, money and what not. As soon as I put my kids on a playground swing for the first time I lost them – they became children of the world.

When you say: What you been up to?

I think: Wish I was up to no good. The world is big and I am small, trapped parenting in a conservative, suburban town. How many other realities did I sacrifice for this one?

Signing off & kiss kiss,

 

P.S. The woman in me sees and honors the younger man in you, but still…you suck. Left me hanging, left me high and dry.

P.P.S. Happy birthday Beth, hope my gift was well enjoyed.

P.P.P.S. Off to Austin, hon, for my birthday. Did I tell you?

“You write, I tour, we make it work
You’re beautiful and I’m insane”Lana Del Ray, Venice Bitch

 

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