Dr.

Fontanez, who I started seeing myself in the March, said the thing that got me through it, and it is the second-best piece of advice I have ever been given.

She said: “You are going to be offered, roughly once a month for the next five years, an opportunity to make your son responsible for your feelings about the eight years.

“It will never look like that.

It will look like a small sad thing that you’d like to mention.

And the day he starts managing how you feel about not having been there, he stops being a child with a father and starts being a child with a job.”

He asked me the following year.

I said yes before he finished the sentence, and then I made myself sound normal about it, and we did the stations, and I was catastrophically bad at a craft involving pipe cleaners and he was delighted about it.

Denny came too, the second year.

Beto asked him as well and the teacher said that was fine.