“Today I woke up early to make my birthday child French toast. I wanted to do it. I was HAPPY to do it. I got party supplies, then stopped off at a different store to get balloons. I have good kids and a good husband. But, it’s depressing to be everything to everybody. THAT’S how easy it is to feel alone.”
“But then I saw her.”
“You do it for the people who don’t even live here. You do it to impress your visitors. You do it so no one will see your mess.”
“Kitchen is a disaster, house is a mess. It’s all good. I usually get this all cleaned up about an hour before my wife gets back from her trips.”
“I looked away from what I was doing, over the mess of dirty children with fingernails that needed to be clipped, and asked her what she meant. This girl. She’s young. And she was so spot-on that I started to cry a little.”
It is letting yourself be normal. Regular. Unexceptional. It is sometimes having a dirty kitchen and deciding your ultimate goal in life isn’t going to be having abs and keeping up with your fake friends.
“My lunch table came to expect these notes. As soon as my friends and I sat down to eat, they’d look at me expectantly to see what pearls of wisdom my dad provided.”