Fun. And also not. But then Fun again.

“Fun.” is a basic answer to a broad question about one’s life. But I can’t help but think of all of the tears, mayhem, pivots, adjusting, readjusting, believing, fighting, and friends that made it so.

This morning at breakfast, I asked my son how his childhood is going? Weird question, I know. But I was curious and I thought maybe if I took a moment to stop listening to the blame and shame that clutters my mind, and actually asked another person who has had to live my decisions with me, I would get a straight answer. “Fun.”, he said and after that so…