On the one hand, I think about the years ahead and know that this difficult child who won’t be put down (think, screaming) will be a delight and the joy of my days, an intelligent and sensitive violin player (or Oxford scholar, I’m not picky); then, the fear grabs me and I think about the acres of non-verbal time ahead of me (still no e-mail…), and then the toddler years where, again, this intelligent and sensitive child will display these fine qualities by twisting me around his little finger… It’s best not to think about the fear. Best to deal with the week/day/hour ahead. Best also to pin my hopes on the (illusory?) promises of the baby books (and more importantly other parents) who tell me that this will be better at three months.
I bet you he still won’t be cleaning my car at that age, though.
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