“I Miss Daddy”
My longhaired 5-year-old got here again from the weekend at his father’s home sporting his father’s hat. He wouldn’t take it off. “I miss daddy,” he mentioned. There had been no tears. No tantrums. No whining. He acknowledged the info. It simply was, and he accepted it. I puzzled at my son’s energy, at his heartache. My dad and mom aren’t divorced. I don’t know what it’s like. That night time he fell asleep sucking his thumb and sporting his father’s hat. — Amy Okura
Back Where We Started
I used to be not too long ago divorced. Jamie was shedding hope. We matched on Tinder, which she needs I wouldn’t point out. She politely supplied to satisfy on my aspect of city. I impolitely accepted. She wished to cancel however got here for one drink to seek out that the bar was throughout the road from her fertility clinic. She regretted not canceling. But drinks changed into dinner, dialog, laughter. Suddenly, she mentioned, pointing, “I just froze my eggs in that clinic.” She anticipated me to run. I stayed. Five years and three miscarriages later, we’re again the place we began: on the clinic, lastly utilizing these eggs. — Josh Cootner
The Power of Bitmoji
Once upon a time, my companion despatched me a candy textual content whereas I used to be dwelling caring for our child. Seeing his Bitmoji avatar elicited an oxytocin surge so robust that my postpartum milk let down. If that’s not an expression of affection, I don’t know what’s. — Jenn Clifford
Letting Him Go
At my father’s funeral, folks hugged my mom, sisters and me. With unhappy smiles, they shook their heads. A harmful arrhythmia had left him brain-dead, simply after he had rallied from a coronary heart assault and bypass surgical procedure. What a disgrace, they mentioned. Yet beneath their condolences I sensed unstated questions: How may you do it? How may you disconnect his life assist? Had they requested, we’d have answered: Our love for him was mightier than our worry of shedding him, mighty sufficient to present him his freedom. — Mary Liles Eicher
A Terrible Idea That Works
I used to be 18, a privileged English lady in Georgia for the summer season. I had dropped out of highschool and was leaping from one minimal wage job to the subsequent. She was 46, a Sunday school-teaching Southerner who was going to save lots of my soul for Jesus. We met using horses and fell in love by chance, with out realizing what was occurring till it was too late. Now we’re married. I’m an Ivy League professor and she or he’s retired. Our daughter is 15. After 26 years, it’s nonetheless a horrible concept, however it works. — Rose Nolen-Walston
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