Hidden Tears
My youngest child turned 40 today.
At dinner at his favorite restaurant, a really fine Lebanese place with excellent lamb, he turned to me and said
“I remember avoiding time spent with my parents. It always seemed cooler to go out and get high or hang out. Now I enjoy having dinner with you, I look forward to it.”
I wanted desperately to say something funny, or profound but I could not find the words.
I just looked at him with new eyes and “I know. I wish my Dad could be here too.”
Life goes round in a circle while moving on.


