"I watch you, clinging to your dad’s leg, jumping up and down, literally begging to be seen, to gain…

"I watch you, clinging to your dad’s leg, jumping up and down, literally begging to be seen, to gain the attention of the only other male in this household of women, and it reminds me of when it used to be me.

When I was your favorite, the one you sought, the one whose arms were your comfort.

I watch you, so intently playing with your tractors and your toys, a little man in the making, and I can remember when it used to be me.

The one who you wanted to play with, the one who could make you...