Sometimes parents tend to get caught up in the minutia of
parenthood: the logistics of getting from one place to another
without losing your shit, the weary deflection of the 34th “why?”
question of the afternoon, and all the rest. At least, I know I
do. You forget to lift your head up to appreciate what you have.
Author Elizabeth Stone once wrote that having kids was deciding to
“have your heart go walking around outside your body”. Steve Jobs
put it similarly: your children are “your heart running around
outside your body”. That’s the truest sentiment I’ve ever read
about parenting; it feels exactly like that to me. Reading Eric’s
writing about Rebecca, a girl so close in age to both my kids, has
affected me greatly. That could be me. My kids suffering. My
heart, broken and dying. Imagining one of them…I can’t even do
it, the tears come hard fast, washing away any such thoughts.