Monday, April 25, 2016
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
One of my daily duties is coming to an end. My son is nearing the conclusion of his school days, and so his sandwiches will soon be his own concern. Whilst I might appreciate regaining the time that this takes, I'll miss the thought processes of trying to mix his diet and trying to please him with healthy options. The feedback has been a great boost too.
As I wonder what he'll eat for lunch for the rest of his life, I'm struck by the sheer volume of tasks my wife does for him. How many times melancholy will she feel?