Happy Father’s Day
I woke this morning thinking of my brother in prison as it is Father’s Day and I’d have to say the one thing that my brother would say with certainty is his child is the best thing that has every happened to him. I took a minute to wish him out of his circumstances so that next Father’s Day might be different.
As I prepared breakfast a friend Skyped from Germany, and our lively conversation distracted Tin from his breakfast and made him a breath away from a tantrum with every turn, so I decided to take him for a walk to get him back to center.
As soon as we started walking he fell sound asleep in the Ergobaby. So we walked and walked some more and I decided to just head over to Dizzy’s and see about getting him some pancakes when he woke up. It was hot as Hades outside and we were both sweating. When we got to Dizzy’s, I had forgot it was Father’s Day and they were doing brunch, so he woke up in this bustling restaurant and had salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, green beans and gravy instead. And he ate it down like a champ.
On the way out, an elderly African American woman said to her table folks, “She should put a shirt on that boy,” as Tin was wearing only a wife beater. But I was wearing a matching one in pink and no one commented about my tank top. Walking home on Esplanade, once past Claiborne, I put Tin down so he could walk off his big meal. He was centered again, and so was I.
