Right now I am working, doing the things I do to make money so that we can pay our electric bill, feed our kids, and put gas in our car. While I type with my hands and stare into my monitor, my right foot is gently bouncing Kato in his baby seat. A constant, gentle movement is all he seems to need for hours of bliss.
I usually revert to humor or understatement when talking about my kids. No one else can possibly care as much about them as I do, and I am conscious of the dangers of sentimentality. But at this moment, I’m having trouble controlling my impulse to shout from the mountaintops about how much I enjoy being a father and how much I love my kid.
It’s unforgivable, all this sentiment. Apologies. You’re free to stop reading. But if you’re still with me, just have a look at this little man. Even when sleeping (or maybe especially when sleeping), he’s just so endearing, so lovable, so demanding of devotion. I find myself coming undone.
Who knows what strange chemicals our bodies use to fool us in these early days and weeks of parenthood. By all accounts, this tiny thing is a terrible hassle: irritating, loud, expensive, and disruptive. And yet…I’m writing this and you are reading it. So both of us are suckers.
Yay! That has me smiling ear to ear. Can’t wait to meet him.
Count me in as another sucker. I’ll try to refrain from so blatantly admiring my own kid. And will blame the chemicals, too.
:) I must say that as an objective outside observer, he is pretty darn delectable. And he gives you moral support while you work? He’s a star.
FYI, that feeling doesn’t go away. Mine is 20 years old, and still I come undone on a regular basis. And, well, the “expensive” part continues as well. ;-)