Quote Originally Posted by Andres View Post
Seeing my son smile to me or seeing how he's doing something new and how he enjoys it, seeing how he discovers, it's well worth it, really. In between all the chores, there are these moments of pure joy that will be treasured for as long as I'm here.

And if those psychologists of yours' want to call me delusional because of it, then so be it. I always knew I'm a bit crazy, now at least it's official.
Blasting The Marriage of Figaro over the prison loudspeakers probably seems like heaven, even when the result is a week in the hole and you have life without parole. Are the simple joys of parenthood truly joys, or is it all just relative when measured against the overall misery of child-rearing?