It’s kind of like when you have a few pieces left in the puzzle.
You’re looking at what you’ve done… it’s been difficult with pieces, not seeming what they are, fitting where they don’t belong.
But then…. after all of the time, after all of the miscalculations, something clicks.
It all falls together. The pieces fall into their rightful spots, as if saying, “I was here all along, but you just didn’t see.”
Let me explain:
You pick up the child after a long, hard day of work. She watches a Sesame Street podcast in the car. The word of the day is “Newspaper.” You pass some newspaper boxes and stop. You get out, while she sits in the car with an iPod between her small hands, and explain that the newspaper gets delivered every day in these boxes. She gets it. She even asks questions. “Everyday?” Yes, you say. “It’s paper?” Yes, and you read it, to get the news, you say. “It has pictures?” Yes, you say, reminded of Alice in Wonderland where she says something along the lines that a book without pictures is of no value. It has stories, and comics, and puzzles, you say. The child’s interest is peaked.
You meet The Girl at the grocery store, and between the two of you, spend $160 dollars on fruits, vegetables, food… She puts what she wants in the basket. You question her motives, but know whatever she puts in the basket will make her happy. You want nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You ask the child if she wants a very special halloween yogurt with Reeces Pieces as a topping. The child sees you as a superhero, while you (between mixed feelings of joy and pain) remind yourself of your father. The child also wants Justice League graham crackers. You have no choice but to oblige. After all, you cannot force your kid to take up awesome habits, but you can dream and at best, foster. The checkout process is long, but putting the purchased items in the fridge and freezer takes longer.
The neighbors text. They want to play cards. You head over and play a few hands. Until nearly 3AM.
You eventually end up on your computer, waiting for Postsecret to update while The Girl falls asleep. It’s been a perfect day. It’s all fallen into place, kind of like pieces to….