About once a week Polina experiences a difficult bowel movement.
“It’s too hard,” she says matter of factly and under some duress. Then she puts her hand on top of my head and presses down. I lower my head so we are forehead to forehead, and we go through this together, as much as two people can go through this together. More
I had a small epiphany today that I wouldn’t have had if I were not a parent. I thought about God and how often people pray or ask Him for things, and it occurred to me that maybe He is just tired, like any parent would be about their child’s desires that don’t fit their game plan. Perhaps He is even tired of our crying and misbehavior. Maybe that is why there is so much misfortune in the world. God is just worn out from being a parent to all these children.