Was not thrilled about this last night.
OK, a few quick stay cation bursts...
So it's been, what, 12-1/2 years? If i wasn't prepared for my reaction to visiting the 9/11 Memorial this morning, I guess I never will be. It is massive in scale and beautifully executed - the water falling into the abyss captures the sense of loss and longing in a powerful way. Still a construction site next door, windy, dust in the air, etc.
The sun came out AT THE EXACT MOMENT we left the site...
Walked the Brooklyn Bridge, took some selfies with my handsome (not gay!) boy, lunch in Brooklyn Heights, Citibiked back, grabbed some veggies in Chinatown, picked up little sister. 10 years apart - he played tag with her on the playground, helped her get her self-serve toppings for frozen yogurt, painted her nails (I said NOT gay, GM).
In all seriousness, I love how gentle he is with his sister (without any guidance, it comes natural). He is patient and respectful and doesn't tease (she looks up to him like he is Thor the God of Thunder).
One more play this week (
Of Mice and Men, James Franco). If I accomplish nothing else as a father, I've planted seeds that hopefully will one day bloom.
I missed too many milestones and somebody else raised him more than I did. But the bond is still special and runs deep. We get each other's humor, he shares my quirky palette, culinary and otherwise, and he is off the charts brilliant in so many ways. I haven't always been there for him, and I can't get the time back, but he'll never wonder how his dad felt about him. He knows I love him with all my heart and would do anything for him. He can find other reasons to be resentful and hate me (isn't that normal for teens?) but he'll never be able to say I didn't know what my dad was thinking or how he felt about me.
So I got that going for me...
which is nice.