It’s Coed Conversation week here at Beyond Baby Mamas. We’re talking to and about single fathers, estranged coparents, long-distance fathers, and absentee parents this week. Here’s a piece from our founder’s personal blog that speaks to a few of these issues.
Then, at dusk, we empty into evening, a downtown restaurant at our backs, an army of dragon paddleboats bobbing on the brackish water before us, and you in your father’s arms. On the Harborplace steps, we part ways with well-wishing relatives, watching them recede in the warm, black crowd. Night catches all the day’s promise in a satchel of tawny sky, tossing sparkles of memory and hope high above us. I gaze out at them glittering on the water’s dark surface as reality takes hold: we are alone.
The sensation is rare and foreign. It is not often that we are nuclear: father and mother and child. It should mean serenity or a kind of relief that for moments–however brief–we are a convincing spectacle of togetherness. But I am on the verge of detonation.
I do not know what to do with my hands when you aren’t holding one, don’t…
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