I didn’t tell Ryan anything of what was in my heart at that moment. One of the miracles of childhood is regeneration. Every year Ryan gets to create himself anew, and I was mindful of not weighing him down with my sorrow that the old Ryan is gone forever.
True-ish Stories
The Kid is All Right
Every now and then I get worried that maybe Ryan will turn out to be a shitty kid. This is not the same as being troubled by his shitty behavior — all parents whose children are not bodhisattva have those moments. I’m talking about moments when you look at your child while they’re doing something […]
Ask Me No Questions
Pretty much every parent I’ve ever encountered recalls the point at which their little bundles started lying to them.
Snow Days are the Frigging Worst
In the winter, whenever my phone rings and I see Ryan’s preschool on the caller ID, I immediately feel about a hundred years old.
Multiple Surgeries are a Serious Monkey Wrench in Your Baby’s Development
I stumbled downstairs in my underwear Monday morning to see three women standing in the dining room. They were specialists from the county Early Intervention Office, and they were here to see Jack.