OK, here’s the real deal on parenthood.
IT NEVER ENDS.
Like that proverbial albatross in the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, being an active parent doesn’t end at eighteen or twenty-one.
They don’t tell you that in the Guide to Being a Mom and Dad — oh wait, there IS no real, nitty gritty “how to” manual that tells it like it REALLY is.
But I’m here to tell you — from my own personal experience — BEFORE you think about the joys of having a baby — is that there’s never an end date on your responsibilities and obligations.
Not that it’s bad or anything; but this is an important point to remember.
Here we are, tugboat man and I, NOT on vacation, NOT hiking or camping a newly discovered wilderness area, but on the east coast in sweat-producing humidity, doing HARD physical labor (not unlike the labor of childbirth) helping Angel Boy get his house ready to go on the market.
Sweating profusely, I might add.
I’m wearing sweatpants and a stained shirt, helping to empty the house and into the dumpster.
Eight years of JUNK.
And all done out of love, ‘cos we’d do anything for that baby boy, whose smile for me is and will always be the sun and the moon and the stars.
You’ve been warned.
Gotta go, I’ve been called back to work.
Just a heads up that parenthood lasts FOREVER.
AND P.S. if you’re in the Rhode Island area, or relocating to RI, let me know. I’ve got a great house perfect just for you!