Poseidon’s rage

One day when you are both teenagers I think I’ll miss the days when I could break you out of a bad mood in no time at all. Your moods change as often as waves upon the sand. One moment we’re living the perfect beach day and the next you are embodying Poseidon’s unpredictable rage upon our home.

And when what happens, I can swoop you up into my arms while all hell is breaking loose at dinner and twirl you around to Let it go until you forget that you were screaming ferociously seconds ago at the offensive chicken on your plate.

What will happen when our go-to fart jokes are no longer funny? The joy of an 8 year old laughing harder than I’ve ever seen in my life when we call him out for letting one rip is irreplaceable. And when you sulk because you’re bored, a simple hair mustache makes it all disappear.

You’ll change one day. And we’ll adapt with more refined tools, twirls replaced with walks and fart jokes switched out for late night talks. And, when it comes, I vow to always try to help you and never make you feel like having emotions means you are unstable or that something is wrong with you. I’ll sit with you in any emotion, just like your incredibly wise papá does for me, every day.