Precious Cargo

Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc.

They don’t come with instruction manuals

I remember loading my daughter in the car and I felt like I forgot how to drive

But I knew how to change a diaper

I couldn’t figure out the car seat.

But I knew how to swaddle.

I remember sitting on the third floor of our house, holding Marina and a big storm moved in. There was thunder and big gusts of wind and paper flew around our bedroom.

You figure it out.

I watch both of my daughters Taoiseach kids right now and they seem like they’re pretty good at it. I guess we were the manual.

One response to “Precious Cargo”

  1. vermavkv Avatar

    This is beautifully tender and honest. The way you balance uncertainty with instinct captures the true heart of parenthood—fumbling through the logistics while somehow knowing exactly what matters. That storm scene is especially powerful, a quiet reminder that even when the world feels loud and unsteady, love anchors us. A touching reflection on how we learn by doing, and how, in the end, we become the guide we once needed.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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