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Take my hand, let's walk

Take my hand, let's walk

Watch a child’s prized possession roll beneath the refrigerator and be blown away by how deftly you fashion a haphazard mechanized solution from a measuring tape and panicky perseverance. Hear tension in their vocal cords and the quickening of their breath – biological signs of mammalian distress – and you will discover your own capacity for achingly honest empathy in the mere passage of seconds.

Things I have empathetically vocalized for my son in public spaces:

“It’s okay, Alton. Sometimes you just need to poop. And sometimes it makes a mess. I can clean it up. Don’t worry. Sometimes I poop all over the place, accidentally. It happens. Sometimes.”

“I would cry, too. I’m going to cry now, I think.”

“I like playing in fountains in my clothes, too. I understand. We can’t now, as it’s late and nearly bedtime. But tomorrow we will come and jump into the fountain with our clothing on. It will be grand.”

“Pants peeing. Time is of the essence. I dig.”

Don't be a pussy online

Don't be a pussy online

Peace in complexity

Peace in complexity