For the first time, someone unsubscribed. I wonder what it was. Alas the shepherd (temporarily) abandons 99 of his flock to search the one who has gone astray. But to unsubscribe is curious.
It might have been the "ouch" of your daughter being told Lucky Charms would make her fatter? I had an ouch moment as a child being told around age 11, I was getting a little heavy (which, along with culture launched me on a never ending quest of weight loss/health, guilt when I eat, etc) and as a parent, doing the same thing to my children but not as blatant. Write for yourself, don't worry about the subscribers.
Your writing on this fills me with grief and anxiety which demonstrates your talent. I see the future as a wall of emptiness that is rapidly approaching as my children become adults.
It started with small things like them no longer wanting to hold my hand as I walked them to school. Now, we are discussing college and of course how far away they are going to move from me. I know that is the nature of how things work in the modern world, but a man who truly loves his kids and loves being a father laments such things. I want to hold them as babies forever.
This is so beautiful and aching, that it makes my heart sigh but my soul smile. Again, Daniel McAdams shows what a thoughtful and poignant poet he really is. God bless him.
For the first time, someone unsubscribed. I wonder what it was. Alas the shepherd (temporarily) abandons 99 of his flock to search the one who has gone astray. But to unsubscribe is curious.
It might have been the "ouch" of your daughter being told Lucky Charms would make her fatter? I had an ouch moment as a child being told around age 11, I was getting a little heavy (which, along with culture launched me on a never ending quest of weight loss/health, guilt when I eat, etc) and as a parent, doing the same thing to my children but not as blatant. Write for yourself, don't worry about the subscribers.
Your writing on this fills me with grief and anxiety which demonstrates your talent. I see the future as a wall of emptiness that is rapidly approaching as my children become adults.
It started with small things like them no longer wanting to hold my hand as I walked them to school. Now, we are discussing college and of course how far away they are going to move from me. I know that is the nature of how things work in the modern world, but a man who truly loves his kids and loves being a father laments such things. I want to hold them as babies forever.
Thank you, dear old friend.
“As a depressive most will not understand the pain that goes with pleasure.” My dear friend Daniel, we do understand. Savor every precious moment. ❤️
Thank you.
My daughter is six and this shook me awake, man.
This is so beautiful and aching, that it makes my heart sigh but my soul smile. Again, Daniel McAdams shows what a thoughtful and poignant poet he really is. God bless him.
Just wait though...when they are adults, something even more tangible and special materializes. Beautifully written!