Playing With Kids

Though I fear for my skin and internal organs, my son is goddamn adorable. He's my first choice for "People I would let excavate my throat," and "If you had to pick someone to accidentally give you a spleenectomy, who would it be?"

I refuse to let another "must," "ought" or "should" prevent me from savoring this brief window of opportunity that I have to enjoy time with my only-young-once daughters.

They have had their share of scrapes and bruises. But I love that my girls have band-aids on their knees and keep on running. When life knocks them down, which it will sometimes, I know they will rally.

There are days I don't want to be just me, with a kid. I want to be a version of me who knows how to cook, so rustling up dinner every night wouldn't mean several stops into various health food stores for ready-made nutritious side dishes and gluten-free microwaveable burritos.