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rv-writes · 1 year

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Monday Is The Day I Turn My Life Around

Monday is always the starting line.

Monday is always the day I plan for.

I’ll start going to the gym everyday starting Monday.

I’ll start bringing lunch to work starting Monday.

I’ll become a better person starting Monday.

But then Monday comes. And then Monday goes. And nothing has changed. So then I say “Well, I’ll try again next Monday.” And the pattern repeats in a never ending cycle.

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rv-writes · 1 year

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Daddy Are You Jealous by RM V

I’m in the kitchen with my six year old son. We’re having kabobs for dinner and he’s assumed the role of souse chef. I can see my wife and my father sitting on the back patio. My wife laughs at something my father says and responds. I love seeing the smile on her face when she’s with him.

“Daddy?” My son asks from his position at the island. He’s stopped spinning in his stool and is looking up at me with furrowed brows. “Yeah, squirt?” I reply, putting my knife down and drying my hands. His expression is so serious I want to give him my full attention. “Does it make you jealous how much time Mommy and Grandpa spend together?”

The question catches me off guard. Simply because I had never really thought to be jealous. I ponder it for a moment before answering.

“No.” “Why?” My son asks, the furrow in his brow deepening. I pause for a moment before answering. Trying my best to figure out how to put it into terms a six year old will understand. Even a very smart six year old. “Because when I was your age I had my dad. But Mommy never had her dad. And so I’m letting her borrow mine for now.” He thinks over my answer and I can see him gearing up to ask an even harder question.

“Why didn’t she have her daddy?”

And there it is. This time I pause because I really don’t know what to say. This isn’t a conversation I thought I’d be having for a really long time.

“Her daddy was very sick. And his disease made him do some really bad things to Mommy and your Auntie Grace and Nana. So he had to leave and he couldn’t come back until he got better.” Jesus I hope I explained that right. “Did he ever get better?” My son asks, and the look in his eyes breaks my heart.

“No son. No, he didn’t. But your mommy still needs a daddy, she just got one a little later than you did. Does that make sense?” I ask, praying I didn’t just psychologically damage my child. “Yeah. I think you’re really nice for sharing.” He replies, back to smiling like nothing happened.

Oh to be as carefree as a child.

“Thanks buddy.” I chuckle, resuming my task of preparing dinner and listening to the sound of my wife’s laughter through the open door.

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