Inconsequential Children

Children, in one way, are very much like dogs. When they are young, children are as cute and lovable as any adorable puppy. But, at the same time, they are so much unlike a dog, when in comparison to a children growing older parent’s find that their child’s personality, unlike their loving fur baby, will grow exponentially uglier. Sadly, unlike dogs, as their child grows older, they seem to live a lot longer then dogs.

A parent’s worst addiction, far more difficult to kick its habit, is not the cigarette they still crave with their morning cup of coffee, not the afternoon glass of  their favorite Chardonnay, nor the pills that help balance their world, or that 4 oz bottle of an energy drink that will add spark to it, nor the sedative to smooth those fragile edges. It is to become the worst type of addiction a parent has to unwillingly end because their child deems it necessary; their love for that child. This release from this adoration of the child’s very existence, the inability to leave those days nestled in their past is an addiction, a craving, dependency, a fixation of their love for their children. Not to accept the fact that those fifty plus years of what ended as a false sense of endearment that now appears to have been unrequited will slowly eat away at a parent’s very foundation


Charles would like to believe that he is a scientist; someone who believes in evolution. That endowed survival traits, honed to perfection, will afford his offspring, the opportunity to continue to exist. He learned that Darwin confirmed that our ancestors gave their offspring their best traits. We, in turn, master our best traits so that we can become ancestors also. We plan this, we work this to perfection, we live solely to offer this as a an act of survival; or are we only concerned that our home with be a place to have memorable hallmark moments.