Sunday, September 15, 2013

Boo Boo monologue

They say one who guards her tongue in youth, has few regrets in old age. Truthfully, theres more to it than that; most times, it is actions that should be treated with the most caution. That day on the boat was one of the hardest moments for a parent. I watched my son mature far beyond his years in a few minutes, as he realized that his father wasn't coming back. He understood at age 4. I guess I am partly to blame for that; He was so much more intelligent than the kids his age, I forgot how truly young he was. Instead of shielding him, I showed him how cruel the world could really be. I was more of a friend than a mother. I was angry at his dad, and was too tough on him to grow up. Despite me, he somehow retained his innocence: he didn't know what a kike was, and I idolized that brief moment of innocence. In a moment of subconscious foolishness, I stuck my hand in his pants before I could realize what I had done. Thank god he didn't realize at the moment what had happened. I remember we raced back to the house after that, and he won. He was still young, free of all the vices of society.

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