MY DAUGHTER HAS CREATED AN INTRIGUING CENTRAL DILEMMA FOR ME AS HER PARENT, THAT PERHAPS I AM NOT THE "PERFECT PARENT." I STRUGGLED TO CONNECT WITH MY OWN CHILD. THE IDEA THAT THIS PERSON WHO I CARRIED IN MY OWN BODY, NURTURED, AND RAISED COULD BE A PUZZLE, GETS AT ONE OF THE GREAT CHALLENGES OF BEING HUMAN: THAT OUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD CAN OFTEN BE THE MOST MYSTERIOUS TO US. THE BLACKROOM EXPERIENCE IS ONE OF MY MANIFESTED PLANS FOR BUILDING SEAMLESS RELATIONSHIP. YES EVEN WITH THE FLAWS.
