Start With A Cupcake
She always asks for a cupcake. I say yes. Because I know she’ll only eat the frosting and if we’re trying to avoid sugar in her life, we should probably start with the strawberry yogurt that I just bought at Whole Foods, not a few bites of frosting. Or that soda she asked for last night which is really juice and seltzer. And I’m not sure what we’re doing anymore when we just say no without thinking. We say no because it’s frosting. I started to forget to ask myself what the hell the problem with frosting is anyway. It’s butter and sugar, right? Butter is awesome.
I don’t really know what I’m doing here.
So she gets a cupcake. And while we’re at it, make that a latte. Yes, whole milk is fine. Sure, I’ll take the extra shot of espresso. There’s not enough coffee in my life. Never enough coffee.
Soon she’ll be in bed and I’ll be up writing, stealing time for myself. Writing and reading and writing some more. She’ll wake up and it will be years from now. She’ll be taller and probably just as loud. She’ll have more complicated questions. I hope I still say yes to the cupcake and latte on a Tuesday afternoon.
I still won’t know what I’m doing here. But that’s really the point, isn’t it? I mean, how could I know? I don’t even really know this kid yet. We’re just getting started. There’s so much more to figure out as we go.
We’ll start with a cupcake.