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19 February 2006


Back of My Hand

Why is it that, whenever someone you love goes away, everything suddenly reminds you of them? It fucking sucks.

My music collection was woefully inadequate to weather this kind of suckdom. And just when I thought I’d gotten the musical marcus triggers cleared from my car and iTunes playlists, on came “Somewhere Only We Know” by Keane.

Mother Fuck.

That goddamned song always reminds me of marcus, but not how you might think.

Late last spring, marcus called me from the car. He had the boys with him, and asked me if I had heard it.

“Of course, I love that song!”

“Max just sang it at his school concert today…I never heard it before! It’s amazing!”

That did it. Every time I hear that song I see Max, all of thirteen, standing on a stage, hair falling into his pale eyes, singing this lovely, wistful song in his still-small boy voice.

I can hear that voice, complaining from the back seat of the car as we drove together in October, how he had a ton of homework and didn’t want to go out for dinner, not to this place or that. How he’d lost his cool at times and been pissy to marcus or to his brother, Adam.

I think about our roles as single parents—Jefferson, marcus and me—and I congratulate us for how well (really) we manage to juggle the demands of our kids and our other lives.

And that we’re all—our kids and their parents—trying to make sense of what our lives have become: All these relationships, these transitions between homes, incorporating new people into established routines, the stigma of “broken families.”

The fantasy of the three of us buying a farmhouse and raising our kids together was not so farfetched in my mind. Being a parent is hard. Being a single parent is very hard. It just makes sense to have back up.

Something to rely on.


Blogger Xena said...

After a while it doesn't hurt so damn much, but for a good long while it sucks. A lot.

Keep up the lovely introspective writing. ~ X

Blogger Ryder said...

It’s amazing how resilient kids are in these matters, the shifting, the changes, the introduction of instability. They keep going…I wish we adults could carry that within us.
The things that “remind” will always be there, the memories however turn from painful to passing.

Parenting sometimes feels like shoveling the driveway in a snowstorm.

Enjoy your writing.. Look forward to reading more.

Blogger Freya said...

Oh, sweet. Yes. Memories fired from moments that pass quickly at the time but are indelible nonetheless - that's the hardest part I think. Not the big stuff, but the small stuff that weaves itself into your soul.

Anonymous H said...

I've always been amazed at the power of music to transport us...

Not farfetched at all...In 2 years I'm planning on having a baby...partner or no. I envision living in a communal situation with other single 'rents. My good friend and I say will buy a huge house...a brownstone preferably...and raise our kids together.

Blogger marcus said...

oh simple thing, where have you gone

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