That afternoon Katy
wanted to run an errand. She asked if she could put Baby Kara in my office.
“I don’t know,” I
said, “she did throw up on me.”
Katy laughed. “Well,
you brought your face awfully close to hers.”
I smiled, and said I’d
be happy to.
Later, Kara started to
fuss a little. I picked her up and put her on my shoulder, humming softly. She
slept while I watched a training on my laptop.
I remembered when my kids
were little.
Sleepless nights, up
with a sick child, going to work the next day looking worse than the guy in
detox kicking heroin. Toxic waste dump diapers, noses running like sewer lines,
brown stains you prayed were chocolate.
Then I recalled the
good parts.
Child sleeping on your
shoulder. Telling you what they’d learned in school that day. Trying to guess
if the drawing they made just for you was a unicorn, a four-legged tank, or an
alien.
“Children,” I
whispered to Kara, “are the best example of being grateful when the good far
outweighs the bad.”
Today I’ll be grateful when the good far outweighs the bad.
Fawlty Showers 2
is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you
might know is purely coincidental.
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