First comes the alarm. A fitting reminder of the
previous days lack of warmth. Out of bed and getting
the bath ready for my seven-year-old, I attempt to get
the coffee going so it will be ready by the time he
gets in the tub. This effort is proven weak compared
to the depth of my sons reverie. He will wake up only
after that point of no return, at which a couple minutes
for a cup of coffee has become unlikely. Giving up on the
coffee idea, I start making his lunch. Intermittently
shaking him,trotting to the kitchen and wiping up the jelly I have just dropped
on the floor, I am disappointed with my lack of creativity.
It was just last night I challenged my son to find a
picture in a scribble I had made on a telephone message pad.
He said he saw a bird eating a bike helmet. Now standing
over a particularly Byzantine sprawl of jam, I see nothing.
I can’t find anything there that resembles anything more than
a gelatinous mishap. Some day I will tell him about this kind
of morning but for now it would not be healthy for me to make
him aware of his ability to control the households
functioning even while asleep. So I grunt and try
to tempt him away from his peace. He mentions his lack
of enthusiasm and pushes the covers off, with a curt
slam of his legs to the mattress. So goes the first
ten minutes of the day.
It can’t be said that I do not love my son with every fiber
of my being. I do, and will always. But also, I wonder if
all is lost if I admit to myself that I do, at times, resent
my responsibility. Would I now be the miserable parent raising
next years Jerry Springer guest?
As I run into my class
(todays lesson “Empathetic Response While Counseling a Client”),
I notice I am three minutes late, not by the clocks face,
but by the professors. After class I chat with some of my
classmates and some of them, sans family, say they know how
tough being a parent must be. I respond with something like
“So how has the new job at the thumb screw testing factory
going?”. Did I say that!? By the look on their face, I did.
My New Years Resolution:
I must hide my occasional shortcomings in the area of
perpetual parental bliss, lest I be labeled “normal”.
Kevin Lucas
Father,Husband,Student,Employee, and Son
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