Dan Coxon tells his son that he would fight escaped lions with his bare hands for him, if he had to.
I tell my son that I love him, that I would do anything for him. I imagine throwing myself in front of a train, fighting escaped lions with my bare hands. I would die for him—I would kill for him—if I had to.
But parents are quieter heroes. Our sacrifices are small. We endure the sleepless nights, the early mornings, the loss of our dignities. We alienate our friends as our social life slides away.
We wear our love in the lines on our faces, in the bags beneath our eyes. In our sleep, we wrestle lions.
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