Father and Son

Wise Man Crying

This is love, so intense, so deep, so real no abstraction can label it without invoking limitations.

It is still not vogue for real men to cry. I guess I am not real. The Disney movie, UP, cried like a baby. “I hid under the porch because I love you.” More and more I find I am crying and laughing so much easier than I ever had. I find my son to be delightfully clever. He will say something and I will laugh. He gets mad. “What? Why are you laughing at me?” I have yet to convince him I am not laughing at him. I can’t contain it. Listening to the songs he has selected for me on my Spotify has me tearing up. What is this?

Emotions were not my typical first response. Now I can’t seem to touch anything without going through some mood lighting. Me experiencing my son, there’s rainbow. Second person is the vantage point of me and him holding a conversation. Third person is me examining his art, in juxtaposition of remembering our interactions, while simultaneously also sorting the nature of his recent questions, which likely influenced the interpretation of the art.

His new game, ‘would you pick me or you.’ That’s not as straightforward as you might think. It’s nuanced, and sometimes me is him, and you is me, depending on the degree of person you’re…