The circumstances surrounding your birth is not as important as the opportunity to live life.
The world is divided between kids who grow up wanting to be their parents and those like us, who grow up wanting to be anything but. Neither group ever succeeds.
The accountant lingers at his children’s doorway a moment more, listening to the easy rhythm of their breathing, and something cold moves through him, like the passage of a ghost – but he know that’s not it. It’s more like the portent of a future. A future that must never come to pass…
…and for the first time, he gives rise to a thought that is silently echoed in millions of homes that night.
My God… what have we done?
We grow up opposing our parents only to become like them enough to oppose our children who behave as we once did-a reminder of how dreadful we were toward those now vindicated grandparents. And you thought God had no sense of humor.
My parents were two-faced. To me, they showed no mercy. They preached from theBook of Fallen Children – Commandment 1: The Child Is Always Ungrateful. At eighteen, the free ride would stop, and I’d be dumped into the mess of the world. But in their private moments, they were soft, cowed by love. They critiqued their own parenting skills and thought of all the ways the could help their kids get ahead.
She wants you to be a god,” I told him.
“I know.” His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents, everywhere.
It felt strange to call them directly, to hear her father’s “Hello?
Sustainable Life = Victory
The miracle of children is that we just don’t know how they will change or who they will become.
Sadie heard her inside cleaning up the kitchen and wondered what dreams Betty’s mother had for herself, if all mothers had them, bottled up beneath their mother exteriors.