My Me

Somewhere along the way, I lost my me. Where did he go? He must be somewhere inside of me. I know he’s in there somewhere; Hiding behind the Dad I became much too early. Or perhaps behind the façade of the professional businessman I had to become to meet life’s obligations. Come on out me. Where are you? I heard him crying the other day while I was reading “Old Yellow” to my son. I heard him chuckling this morning when listening to the “Knock, Knock” song on the radio I intentionally left on “Kids Place Live” after dropping my son off at school. I caught just a glimpse of him in the mirror I passed rushing into the family room to catch the kickoff of the Super Bowl. But he always scampers and hides from me when my son needs to be tucked in; Or my wife needs help around the house; Or the mailman drops off more bills to be paid; Or my phone dings with another email from work; Or … whatever “or” happens to be happening. My me used to be so fun. My me used to be so spontaneous. My me used to get up in the morning and be out of the house before anyone else got up. I hope my me comes out again sometime soon. I think I would like to meet him again before it is too late.