I was getting ready to go to physical therapy this evening, and told Alex I was going to be back soon. She asked where I was going, and reached out her hands to hold mine.
“I’m going to see the guy who helps fix Daddy,” I said, as she walked up my legs and stood on my thighs.
‘Why are you doing that?” she asked, immediately before leaning back, flipping herself over, and sticking the landing, while I reached over to make sure she kept her balance.
“What you’re doing right there, for starters, I replied.
The sad part is, I probably have at least five more years of this and other varieties of human jungle-gym-dom ahead of me before I work off the karmic debt of what I used to do to my dad and my uncles back when I was a kid . . .
Filed in Life in Practice