Thursday, September 22, 2011
For most of my life as a parent, I've heard next to nothing about anything from their day apart from me. So I've grown accustomed to saying, 'It's nice to see you', and then telling them: 'I listened to the Radiolab podcast about games...' or, 'I walked around Green Lake today, with Molly' or, 'While I was at Target this morning, I stocked up on all things Halloween - facial tissue! Marshmallows! Glow in the dark teeth!'. Keeping up my end of the conversational exchange; giving them the space they seem to need. Then one day, recently, one of them started giving me glimpses of what weighs on him, bit by bit, day after day. 'I'm worried about this.' 'This makes me self-conscious.' 'Am I ok?' Those very same questions that every person who has ever made it through childhood has wrestled with, in some way or another. Yes. Yes, you are OK. And I am here for you. Always.