I Don’t Bend That Way
I’ve had chronic back pain for nearly six years, ever since I started spending my days hunched in front of a computer. It’s only a coincidence that I’ve also been married for six years. Seeing a chiropractor helped, but I’ve gone downhill over the past year.
And then I look at my son. At playgrounds, he liquefies his skeleton and squeezes through openings that would make Twiggy think twice. Sometimes when he’s on my shoulders, he’ll fall backward and dangle by his ankles.
But what really makes me want to cry are mornings. I’ll flip the light on, and find him sleeping with his head crooked behind a knee, one arm trapped under his body, the other wedged under the sideboard. He looks so peaceful, so slumbery, so…comfortable.
Note to self: encourage the dancing.
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