Forget journaling, sex, planting a garden, aromatherapy or yoga, I found my outlet.
When Jen had Ava, someone gave us the ‘Gripper’ as a gift. Normally, I’d assume it was for folks on assisted living, to grab cans of soup from their Rascal or pick up the phone without getting off the recliner.
I found joy in this specific moment, pinching this baby doll’s head, hoisting it to an altitude where it annoyed my daughter. It released all of my stress. I stopped shaking and felt like I was floating above the crowd. It was like Scotty beamed me to a white sand beach somewhere where Verizon ‘COULDN’T HEAR ME NOW’, where I sprawled in a hammock, reading one of the 3 dozen books I haven’t started. It was being a kid and hitting my first home run, seeing my first naked booby calendar in my uncle’s auto garage or sipping one of my dad’s Heinekens while he wasn’t looking. It was just one of those great feelings.
I was reborn.
I guess it’s the little things, right?
Linda Wheeler says
you mean Daddy! One day Ava is gonna know how to use that and grip you where you know where! LOL Really I love your stories
my daddy used my cabbage patch doll as a basketball so i’d say your on par. i cried, by the way.
Jason Priluck says
We call it “The Claw.” Justin LOVES it. It’s sole purpose in our house is for grabbing insects and then holding on to them as we drown them in the toilet.
Might be one of the greatest inventions ever.
Cheers for posting this. It solved a whole lot of problems that I had.