
TEARS FOR FEARS
Ill admit it. Im not crazy about children.
I dont hate them or anything but lets face it, if anyone knows your schtick its kids. They can smell you coming a mile away. Im not crazy about someone knowing my gig. When I talk to kids (which I often do as they seem to gravitate towards me) I treat them as if they are the Good Cop in the Good Cop/Bad Cop scenario. They usually aready know your alibi for Life.
Polly is, in many, many ways, like having a child. She watches me constantly. She is always waiting to see where Im going, what Im doing. In many respects its humbling because theres not much I can get by her.
Today we went to see my doctor. Polly KNOWS where we go and what we do day to day. Any derivation from this course is cause for concern. Beginning from the time (WHAT? WHERE ARE WE GOING IN THE CAR AT 11 AM???) to our route (WHY ARE YOU TURNING HERE???), she knows. She begins to whine and stands on the arm thingy next to me and tries to lick my face in order to distract me.
Polly : I am not taking you anywhere you dont want to go. Yes, I know at one point you were in your former Moms car and she brought you to me despite what you thought. She loved you and was doing the best. I love you and your destination in this life is the number one thought in my head. Always. You cry because you Do Not Know. Often I cry in the depth of the night because I Know.
Crying, it seems, is part of being alive. I acknowledge Pollys whines and hope someone, somewhere, sees mine the same way.
8:30:29 PM sro home /
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