The agony lurking within the love of parenthood

ice creamFor ten minutes I watched you eat an ice cream cone yesterday. More like devoured…You ripped it apart and sucked the ice cream out of every nook with great concentration. You grew an ice cream beard, and didn’t care or didn’t notice, or both if that’s even possible. Your hair was messy; some fell in your eyes, some formed a little nest on the top of your head that the sun shone through. You dangled and kicked your feet as you ate, chocolate ooze dripping to the table, to your knees…

And it occurred to me then, Continue reading