junecleavage

There is this overwhelming blanket of sadness that is covering me and my every move. It has been brought on mostly by the battles with my beautiful daughter whose head is stuck in a perma lodging up her ass. I am consumed by it. Which is unhealthy in and of itself. Partially I think it is because I am being forced to relive my own youth through her. And I cannot shake the feeling that I have somehow failed her.
On the other hand, my happy young boy greets the world every morning with a smile and a song (i wish i were kidding - only i'm not). He is happy just to be here folks, and thanks for coming and sharing his space by the way. He makes me belly laugh, that kid. He is a true gem.
That is the yin and yang of parenting i suppose.
There has to be some sort of balance - by the law of physics alone.