deserve my children

I spent most of last Saturday with my son. Took both of the kids to the local Children’s Museum for a few hours—we all had a blast, and it gave my wife some much-needed time to herself. Then in the afternoon she took Ella, and I took Jack to see Curious George. Not a great movie, but he enjoyed it.

It was a great bonding day; we have been getting along much better since. He and I also went to Kindermusik by ourselves yesterday, and that went really well. It feels good to be so close with him.

We had a family night tonight and all sat up watching Love and Basketball, and I just fell so in love with them all over again. My son is in this stage where everything is “Mama mama mama,” and it’s killing me. I know it’s not personal, but still. Anyway tonight he reached over and patted my arm just as he was going to sleep, and I about died. I couldn’t stop crying. I’m so in love with them, and I hope I don’t screw them up too badly. Is that so much to ask? Given how I was raised (and how much of that I seem to have internalized), it might be. But I’m damn sure going to try.