Jul 19, 2011 19:50
Phoenix just realized that in about a week and a half, I'm going home to California. He immediately burst into tears and began crying about how he never gets to see us and that we "just need to move home".
For the first six months of his life, I served as something of a nanny for him. Even after I moved to Gardner, I still remained a major figure in his life, seeing him two to three times a week. Leaving him and Maria was among the hardest things I've ever done. The first Christmas in California, hearing their little voices on the phone asking when they'd see me again, nearly broke my heart. He's eight now, and I swear, it's like I blinked and he went from being two to eight in three seconds flat.
I never felt bad about leaving Kansas, with the exception of not really saying good-bye to the kids. I feel like they needed me, and I'd become a fixture in their lives, and I just up and left them. Some of Phoenix's comments suggest that, although he doesn't have the vocal ability to articulate his feelings, he is angry and upset about me living elsewhere.
Don't I wish, buddy. Don't I wish.
brothers,
the kids