I have spent the last 8 days looking for Jack's sweater. I guess you could call it a jacket, not really sure. I call it a sweater. It is a hoodie that zips up in the front. He came home from Alaska with it. Andy has a matching one. It is a nice sweater. The last I saw it was on his way to school the morning of Friday the 12th. I have searched the house high and low. I have been to the school, talked with his teacher. He remembered Jack actually coming back to get it on that Friday. It has vanished and now my heart cries out "Oh sweater, where art thou?"
There was a time in my life when resources were plenty and a lost sweater would easily be replaced. It is after all only a sweater. In our current economic circumstances we have nothing and so I realize just how important that sweater is. It cannot easily be replaced and as the man who is struggling to provide and take care of three children I can say that it breaks my heart. It's a sweater, I know, but it's more than that. It's me not being able to give my kids everything they want. It's me not being able to give my kids everything they need. It's trying to figure out how to replace what is apparently gone. It's knowing that in the morning I've got to put him in a two year old jacket that is too small and has seams that are ripping out. "Oh sweater, where art thou? Where is the place of thy hiding?"
On the positive, this is Jack and it will not bother him in the slightest to wear a two year old jacket that is too small and has seams that are ripping out. Perhaps that is why his sweater is missing in the first place. I don't know. It is time to scrape some resources together, see what kind of tips we can pull down at work and see what kind of deals we can find out there on a sweater, or hoodie, or jacket or whatever they are called these days. And so I will and in doing so change my cry to "Oh sweater that is on sale for an amazingly low price, where art thou?"
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