Morning Panic

Newsletter 2023-08-24

The day began, as most days do, with crying. It was a low, guttural wail from the floor below. My dad brain slowly emerged from a deep sleep to assess what was the matter. Was this a cry of pain or panic or extreme rage over some unforgivable offense, such as a sibling doing or saying something or merely existing? In this case, it was clearly panic. I sprang into action, by which I mean I slowly rolled out of bed. I was the second parent on the scene.