Blind, buttered, and bred: Stories of parents and children
“I want to marry Sizzle!”, my son told me.
“I uh ‘m happy but, well, I can’t really marry you Earth”
“Huh!? …you, but why?”
The look of utter bewilderment in his eyes made me so sad.
My heart started beating in my head.
Being a parent can be so brutal.
Up till then marriage hadn’t been such a special word for me.
But there, in that moment, a whole new world of meaning opened up.
Marriage could be a word full of bashfulness, both bittersweet and a little oppressive.
But I’ll keep this little secret with Earth.
With kids, words can be lethal.
(translation © victor woronov 2007)
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