The Daddy Diaries.
Chapter 51. The First Haircut.
According to Jewish law, it's an age-old custom to allow a boy's hair to grow untouched until he's...
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I turned away, my eyes filled with tears, as I put away the peanut butter and jelly. He's only 8. I'm not ready for this, I thought. It's all going by too fast.
Tonight I faced one of the worst tiny fears of an American parent. My child was not dead or dying, she was not stripping for a living and doing drugs. She had, however, at age 8, discerned the falsity of Santa.
We can experiment with wise innocence. We can choose to see the world and ourselves with fresh, pure eyes in any moment. Who knows what opportunities might open for us if we do?
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