Sang

Sang and I have known each other for a very long time. We are what you’d call “kindred spirits.” We could probably shoot the shit for hours, especially if we had some beer and anything fried. Sang is a graphic designer currently between jobs and calls himself “a 46-year-old Mr Mom,” though, like the rest of us, he’s more than a just label. I really wish I had a video of him reading his sentences because his delivery really reflected the humor and pathos of coming to terms with being a grown-up.

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This isn’t about you.
For now, it’s about them; your children, your wife.
You like camping but it’s become glamping.
And the altitude makes you pee in the middle of the night.
At least the stars came out every night to put on a show.

No one told you it would be this busy?
Birthday parties, dance lessons, trumpet rehearsals, doctor appointments and batting clinics.
And you thought this month was gonna be chill.
Lucky for you, you have no job.
Stop bitching about your lack of time, man up.

Stop wasting time surfing the internet.
No medal is given in this category.
Though you certainly excel at the sport of procrastination.
No, it is by grace and not grit that you’ve come this far.
Don’t you remember, Sandra was impressed with your hair for crying out loud.

Ok, so she won’t deny you do laundry and dishes better than her.
Who said marriage is a competition?
Your days seem to blend cause you sleep at 4am.
You would sleep in longer if you didn’t have to make breakfast for the kids.
Wake up and open your eyes.

My mother hasn’t been feeling well lately.
The cardiologist said we have to monitor her heart for 24hrs.
Mom says she doesn’t want to be a burden to us but insists we have plenty of flowers at her funeral and the reception be held at a nice place with good food.
Sandra texted; mom needs a pacemaker today, so I rushed over to the hospital.
She looked tired in that hospital bed.

It’s been a few days since the surgery and I try to reassure her in my broken Korean that this was for the best.
I believe that ‘cause she sounds like a completely younger version of my mother.
It was easy to believe when the evidence was so clear.
It’s the 29th; which means summer is over and school is back in session.
I know… this isn’t about me.