Questions

QUESTIONS…. They thought my dinnertime inquiries about their days at public school were interrogations, investigations pursuant to suspicions of misbehavior, missing homework, dissatisfaction or deeply hidden traumas needing parental intervention I must have seemed imposing and invasive, annoyingly aggressive as I peppered them with questions, ignored their heavy sighs of resistance, their impatient rustle of reluctance and refused to accept their silence as they hid behind their mother like Black Bear cubs in a forest making sense of dangerous smells Unhappy in my marriage all I wanted was to know them, understand their thoughts and dreams, share in every new adventure, in every exploration, in every damn discovery and in the daily new delights that only thoughtful kids delivered, full of bright and shining promises taking flight toward the future, making me really glad to love them, making me glad to be their Dad!