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This week my wife and I drove with my parents to the north fork of Long Island to be with my brother and his family. We celebrated my parents’ 40th wedding anniversary.
This picture was taken at the farm where we stayed. The property has been in my sister-in-law’s family since before the nation was founded. There is a family burial plot on the land that holds quite a few of her ancestors.
While we were up there we got to swim alongside jellyfish and minnows in the chilly waters of The Atlantic Ocean. We also took a dip in the warmer and calmer Gardiner’s Bay. We dined on fresh lobster one evening and drank a healthy amount of wine.
My 4 year old nephew was charming, hilarious, precocious, and ever curious. He enjoys the same low budget, Japanese horror/sci-fi programs that my brother and I did and loves the original Star Wars movies. I never tired of listening to him squeal at every single wave that crashed against him on the beach.
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She is my clock.
I eat, drink, shower, think, rest, read, dream around her schedule. When her flailing arms settle to her sides, I am allowed moments of respite where I can fold back into myself and take stock of all the things I was before she came.
I can, but I don’t.
I tell myself that it’s perfectly healthy to take a deep breath and give an exhale of relief when she has quieted down. I assure the worryself that I do not have to feel guilty for feeling a certain joy when she is silent in her room, when she is not in my sight. I give myself permission to just let go; I can be unencumbered for just a bit, a tiny bit, of time.
I can, but I can’t.
Because there are bottles to be washed clothes to be folded toys to be picked up cribs and playpens to be readied animals to be watered anger to swallow loneliness to hide fear to be tucked away anxiety to be culled silence to be maintained shame to be nurtured regret to be remembered.
These are the torture devices that allow me to play the martyr: the soap, my blood; my mind, my cage.