There was another reason why I opted not to become a doctor like my daddy. He was the only pediatric urologist in town, so he left for work before I woke, shuttled between two hospitals throughout the day, and returned home after my bedtime. Unbeknownst to me, when he would come to give me a goodnight kiss while I was fast asleep, I’d stick out my tongue at him.
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I’d assumed I’d share my story with him over a beer when he was in his late twenties. A fun anecdote not a cautionary tale.
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I held my magazines in my lap and looked longingly out the window, believing myself to be a melancholic character in the movie of my life.
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“Am I with you, my son, in eternity, / though linear time is all I see?”
With boys comes a lot of stress. You worry about how you can buy him his own place, or you worry about who he’ll bring into your house.
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