Our Baba’s day this year was nothing if not a sign of parental arrival. Half of the events of the day were exactly the stuff of my dreams, pre-parenthood: kids bringing me a breakfast tray in bed; my making pancakes for ’em; us going for a hike and a
Okay, so my son is not a Hindu god. I mean, there are so many other multi-limbed deities to choose from. Where’s the elephant trunk, for one? Also, he’s kind of the Placer in My Path of Obstacles, rather than the Remover thereof (one of Ganesha’s attributes). Except I did
Sister looms large. Pace setter, lead dog. “This way!” “Like this!” Not for ever, but surely for now. Not such a bad gig, so long as it lasts. For either of them. Or so it seems.