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Published on: August 6, 2018

There comes a point when it’s clear that you’re not the central figure in your kid’s life. It’s a good thing. You know it’s going to happen someday. You accept it as a natural part of growing up.

The problem is, that moment sneaks up on you when you least expect it and then punches you in the kidney without the slightest warning. Sure, they still want to do things with you but, the fact is, you’re no longer at the top of the priority list and, in fact, you’re further down that list than you’d like to admit.

God, it hurts.

But, it’s good. It’s necessary. And I’d be the worst kind of parent if I manipulated my kid into doing things that make me happy rather than the things that make her happy. So, here I sit, going through another block of python code while she talks and laughs with her friends in the next room rather than playing video games with me.

It’s the right thing but damn if it doesn’t suck ass.

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