Having Tea with the Kid
Me: I love you, kid.
Him: I love you too, papa.
Holy s__tballs! Well, this was the best night this month, which, let’s be honest, is a low bar. Not gonna lie, I might’ve wept a little. Just a bit.
Got no one to share it with, so I share it with you.
Speaking of the kid, I try not to write about him cause I always try to remember what it was like when I was a kid: I didn’t want to be discussed and dissected in public.
But now I get why my parents did it. Cause parents love their kids so much that they wanna talk about them and show them off.
So I allow myself a post every so often.
When my sister-in-law brought him home the other day, the song Clocks came on and he knew all the words and that the band was “cold.”
No idea where he picked that up from; she had no idea either.* Kids are really like sponges.
A song I’ve been listening to a lot is a song called Imaginary Tea about a dad writing about having imaginary tea time with his daughter.
I loved you before I heard ever heard your voice
Before I even knew your name
I loved you before I saw those pretty eyes
I loved you right away
That’s precisely how I feel about the kid and if ever there was a song that summed up parenthood, it’s this song.
Speaking of parents and parenthood, the one-year anniversary of my dad passing will be this Friday.
The kid’ll be away and I’ll be locked in my room with my half-bottle of rum, which is all that’s left of the rum from the cruise.
Holy s__tballs (again). What an awful month this has been.
Then again, everything around me seems to go to hell. I’ll take it, though, if that means the kid’ll be ok. Alison woulda felt the same way.
We’d suffer any sling and arrow if the kid’s ok.
Me: Do you wanna hear that song again?
Him: (nodding) Yes, papa.
*edit: My mother-in-law told me they listen to the album in the car; mystery solved!
Location: surrounded by dishes
Music: I’ve been picking up the pieces of the mess you made
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