We still get mad when things don’t go our way, we still don’t like hearing the word ‘no’ or getting rejected, we still hate it when we want someone who does not want us back and we still hate feeling ignored or neglected. We still don’t know how to deal with abandonment.
Kiss your old life goodbye and prepare for a plethora of bruises in the most obscure parts of your body.
Your wild child will pull their life together – probably last minute – and everything you’ve wanted for them will fall into place.
For the multitude of voices that spoke publicly about Muhammad Ali, it was the voices of his own children, the ones who called him “Dad,” that touched me the most. He was a hero because his children said he was a hero.
Growing up, it hung as a shadow over my head. Mostly because my parents were always afraid that it was going to happen to me, or my little brother, Max. Of course, with my morose disposition and general introversion, I suppose I was the greater concern.
I hope that with love, your world can become a beacon of hope, a sanctuary for those whose lives are shrouded in fear. I hope your generation spreads more honesty about things that need to change.
The reality is that many are still not comfortable seeing men as caring and nurturing parents.
I know how to love people, even when they’re unlovable.
You will walk home from first days of school with no one to reassure you that they will be ok. You will send them out on their first time away from home, watch them perform in plays, the band, sports, on their first date, taking the car for the first time, with yourself being the only cheering section.
Moving forward is brave and more than enough.