A Single Man
Feb 2 2023
I am a single man.
Childless.
On my own.
I have never known
the terror of parenthood.
The lost child, unanswered phone.
The first night
away from home,
newly licensed driver.
The newborn babe
home from the hospital,
needy
helpless
so dauntingly small;
completely responsible,
unsure what to do.
As I read somewhere,
like your heart
running around outside your body.
So with all the accoutrements of adulthood
— the car, the house, the job
the healthy bank account —
I don’t yet feel grown up.
There's a selfishness to this life
that's inescapable,
no matter how much
you give to charity,
how good of an uncle you are.
The ultimate rite of passage
I will never undergo.
The children
now older adults
who will never call.
Never disappoint me
or make me proud.
And never be there
to spoon me puréed meat
and lukewarm soup
in Happy Retirement Acres,
the Caring Hands Community,
Circle of Life Home.
That phrase — the terror of parenthood — caught my eye as I perused some article, and it stuck. Maybe at first as a poetic turn of phrase. But then because it's not only something I've thought about before, it's also something I can only know intellectually: processing the idea, rather than feeling and experiencing in real life. Unless, that is, my love for my dogs is the same. Which I think is as fierce and enduring, even though I'm sure there are many who would dispute this. Or at least many non-pet people!
Parenthood, though, is still the ultimate rite of passage. Without it, one is never truly grown up.
The quote should be attributed to the author Elizabeth Stone, and here are her actual words:
Making the decision to have a child - it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.
The refrain at the end is an homage to one of my favourite Billy Collins' poems, Snow Day: (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46707/snow-day)
. . . that the Kiddie Corner School is closed,
the Ding-Dong School, closed.
the All Aboard Children’s School, closed,
the Hi-Ho Nursery School, closed,
along with — some will be delighted to hear —
the Toadstool School, the Little School,
Little Sparrows Nursery School,
Little Stars Pre-School, Peas-and-Carrots Day School
the Tom Thumb Child Center, all closed,
and — clap your hands — the Peanuts Play School. . . .
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