My baby son toddled around moving boxes, picked small objects and ran to flash them down the toilet. He thought I was playing with him, whenever I tried to stop him. My older son rode around in his bicycle and chatted with other future 8th graders in the neighborhood. It was a new beginning, but…
Although talking to a psychiatrist feels like sharing with an intimate friend, I hardly know anything about the doctor on the other side of the desk. He knows all my fears, passions, triggers, doubts, secrets, intimate details of my life, and yet, I don’t know his birthday, the name of his children, what he does…
The 650 students marched the processional with their burgundy gowns and their geometrical caps before the school authorities took turns in congratulating the graduates and wishing them a successful life. As we sat there waiting for our son’s turn to get his high school diploma, we held hands and looked into each other’s tearful eyes…