My son isn’t a doctor. He’s doesn’t line up shoes or toys. He doesn’t scream when hugged. He doesn’t count cards, toothpicks, or, well, anything. He’s none of those things
He wants what he wants when he wants it and will ask you repeatedly.
From the moment I heard the concept, I knew it would reach far beyond dads-to-be and grab onto everyone withing arm’s length.
Between quarantine and Summer break, it feels like he’s been in there for eons.
He won the standoff. He always wins the standoffs.
Even when I play-fight with him, he giggles and wraps his arms around me for hugs.
Most people will go their entire lives and never have what he and I have. Most people would never even understand it.
It’s not even five in the morning. Let the games begin.
Then again, it’s hard being a parent at all. Actually it’s hard just being alive sometimes.
It’s times like this when I’m forced to bare witness to the barest of witnesses.