TOWER GROVE – The day began like any other morning during those months that baseball season overlaps with the school year. I’m up with the boy wonder, flip on the TV, and wait for the inevitable request that comes during the commercials.
“Can we turn on my cartoons?”
“Can we turn on my cartoons?”
“Is Morning Joe over? Can we turn on my cartoons?”
“Baseball highlights, again? When can we turn on my cartoons?”
On this particularly morning, I had a co-conspirator. Rain was falling outside and steadily gaining intensity. While I kept the news on, Ian climbed up – half on the couch, half on my shoulder – to look out the window and provide moment-by-moment weather update. His legs, lanky and lean, draped off the couch, because while he still tries to squeeze into small spaces like a small kid, he is outgrowing them rapidly, like another pair of footie jammies. And that’s when I realized: This was not a normal, standard-issue morning of wrestling for channel superiority.
This was my last morning as the father of a 5-year-old.
“Don’t you want me to get older, Daddy?” Continue reading