I confess, while watching the Bio 101 video where the single cell creature becomes two single cell creatures, I was rooting for the new cell, fresh despite it's apparent identical-ness, heading out for it's own section of the petri dish to begin it's new life as a pediatrician or something.
I failed to consider whether the reduced, amputated, original cell felt anything at the loss of a good portion of its plasma. Fully understanding that every machine of the cell is specifically designed in support of this launch, it now occurs to me that I should have paid a bit more attention.
Andrew Solomonis a writer and lecturer I admire who talks about how parenthood is more joy, and perhaps less happiness, but he doesn't really engage on this moment of flight. I suspect his children are still too young. This is my second go at it, and I'm getting worse at it instead of better. I'm not sure I will survive the third. Except for that, there is nothing so daunting and terrifying and wonderful as parenting. If it was only the very act of being taught that it isn't about me - which some people sadly never learn- it's worth it.
This week, I sent (after dysfunctionally following her as far as Chicago) my newly minted middle-child Dr. to the west coast to begin her residency. It would have hurt less to sacrifice a limb.
Of course, I can't put that on facebook. For my daughter's benefit, I am 100 percent joyful in her independence, (We don't consider the phantom pain, which can't be real anyway.)
If you can, call your Dad; don't wait for the holiday.Statistics: Posted by bralbovsky — Tue Jun 05, 2018 10:19 pm
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