On Parenthood

The experience of being a parent is so informed by our individual experiences.

Our own childhood. Our expectations of what a family looks like. Endurance. One’s threshold for sleep deprivation. One’s greater vision.

The list goes on and on.

One thing I look back on is how much television I watched as a kid and how that, and, later, internet, provided me with instant gratification.

And how parenthood is so opposite to that.

In the following two poem posts, I wonder if my experience of parenthood is informed by a cushier upbringing.

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