In the last weeks of his life, I would talk to my dad on the phone every day. It was January, and at the same time his heart and lungs were deteriorating, my body was helping those organs grow inside the baby I’d been carrying for more than 40 weeks.
While we’d had her over for playdates and birthday parties, we’d never ventured into the larger commitment known as The Sleepover—mostly because it was intimidating to be the adult in charge of someone who could die if I wasn’t paying attention.
The beauty of this one rule, of course, is that it encompasses a thousand smaller expectations: follow laws; lead with kindness; live by the social contract that binds us all…
“Successful” can be ascribed to any relationship, so long as participants take something away from it when it’s over. Every failed relationship can be a success.
What happens in a country where education isn't valued?
In addition to wishing for space and time when entering a crowded house, another complication to any social situation is that my reserved children hold a tight orbit.