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From the sublime to the sublime

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23.09.2022

We all get caught in binds like the one my family did last week. My daughter Gabrielle and her husband, Allen, had to be out of town overnight to attend Allen’s grandmother’s funeral. Problem: childcare for their son, Aiden, who recently had his normal schedule upset a number of times by unavoidable events. His need, therefore, to attend his day care and sleep in his own crib in Brooklyn, surrounded by his toys and books, was palpable, meaning no overnight Teaneck stay. Sharon and I, though, were in the midst of a large home repair project that she was in charge of managing, so both of us could not go together to stay with Aiden in Brooklyn. And our two other local daughters were contending with professional responsibilities and thus couldn’t either.

Gabrielle and I therefore decided that I alone would have a two-night sleepover in Brooklyn to take care of him. This was met with some gently expressed skepticism. “We know you were an active, hands-on, and capable father raising us, Daddy, but that was decades ago, and before your strong back was transformed into one that needs to be treated gently. Maybe it would be better if Mommy were to go?” But Sharon, needed in Teaneck, shared my faith in my abilities.

And so I went.

I try to pat myself on my back infrequently (if at all) in these columns, but rules are made to be broken and I’m breaking this one now. I was damned good. Gabrielle had given me a schedule and instructions, and I followed it and carried them out to the letter. Boker tov at 7:30, day care drop off at 9, pick up at 5:30, dinner at 6, crib and lights out at 7:30, all done within five minutes or less of their scheduled times. Smooth transitions between PJs and daytime clothes, dinners (prepared and refrigerated by Gabrielle) eaten without complaint by Aiden and........

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