The years are short

I held my daughter close to my chest, tried to be as still as possible, and sang her one lullaby after another. I squinted my eyes trying my best to read my watch in the dark, but couldn’t see the numbers. I was frustrated and tired, but I needed to get my daughter to sleep, …

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When I think of my kids

I thought of my daughter today. My sons were there too. They were all young, still in their pajamas and they were all lying on the living room floor, coloring in their coloring books, watching Saturday morning cartoons. I see all three of them clear as day. Two with wispy blond hair, the third with …

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From changing diapers to waving goodbye

I used to cut my son’s dinner for him in small chunk sized bites. Now he lectures me on what I should and should not be eating and how I should incorporate a protein drink into my work-out routine. I used to go to our basement to play video games with my son. We’d play …

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