A Tender Moment with Dad

This is strange when what you forgot for a long time suddenly comes back. Tonight, I joked when I was crying with my father I comforted him Suddenly I suddenly had memories coming back to me as if I had not considered for years. A few years ago, my grandfather (Opa) died. It is truly distracting but worse, he died on my birthday. My family is very strong, but I can tell you that I have not celebrated my birthday that night. There is cake, but once in the history of this family, no one has touched it.

Mop or mop, my father is my calm, complex, insane muse. Unlike my "strong and quiet" father who hides the secret to "protect" our children, my understanding of my father is always too much. I know that his mood shakes. I know the child in front of him, and we pretend not to exist. I know that injuries at work permanently wrap his fingers and hands with a bunch of thin glass fibers. (I often saw him using the X-Acto knife to balance the Marlboro Light 100 in his mouth and try to remove painful glass blocks.)

Ha! I am right. When I saw a young mother struggling with multiple children on a grocery store or on the street, I cherished these calm moments, pointed out what her hand was like did not do it. full. I felt the glaze in her eyes! I know that she is having a hard time and is tired and needs a bath. Or a cocktail. Or a cocktail. My girl is at various stages in early puberty. I'm still "full of hands" yet, but now it is running at regular speed. They are wrong: I will not miss those days. Yes, yes, yes, houses filled with hormonal girls can be as terrible as you might think, and the toilet full of panty liners trains almost three children I am just as scared. But - it's more magical than I thought