I begin this column with a heavy sigh. And then a kick in the butt, because it’s time to man up. After 10 months of unemployment, I’m returning to the workforce. I’m excited about my new career, but like millions of moms and dads everywhere, I miss my son already.
As I prepare to re-enter the race of rats, I think of the things I will miss most about him.
Spontaneous visits. My “office” consists of a blocked-off yet wall-less part of the living room. (He and I are looking at it in the photo to the left!) My son is usually on the other side of the living room. When he wants to visit me, and that can be 10 times an hour, he simply walks around the barrier. I may be deep in thought crafting Hemingway-like prose, but am always happy for his drop-bys, which will now require a subway pass and knowledge of New York City geography that he just doesn’t possess.
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