are surfacing around here.
It helps to be a Power Ranger, or at least look like one,
when you are leaving behind the known for the unknown.
Kindergarten is a week away.
Sam and I are in a new dance, that has both of us unsure of our footing.
We’re a complicated configuration,
without a manual, a map, or a destination most days.
I heard him belly laugh today for the first time
when I filled up my mouth with water while brushing my teeth,
and sprayed it all over the bathroom in his direction
when he dared me to.
Then when he did it?
When will I just let go of the fantasy
that parenting was meant to be easy?
Probably long after Sam lets go of the fantasy,
that Power Rangers are immune to pain
and they can leave behind the known world in one giant launch off your friend’s back porch.