Did I toss the baby out with the bathwater?

Water Torture!

My brilliantly creative friend Danny suggested this blog’s headline. I reckon it’s a great idea.

So here’s my first quick foray into sharing the hilarities of child-rearing.

After Safiya was born I wanted to try remember some of the ironically, scarily hilarious stuff I was experiencing as a mum.

One Calvin & Hobbes-type comic strip came to mind of pregnant mother preparing for baby’s arrival excitedly for months: antenatal classes, nursery, clothes etc etc, then the baby comes out and the mom and kid sit there looking at each other thinking… “OK, so now what?”

I guess having a baby is a bit like planning an enormous wedding but being completely unprepared for what M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E actually entails… lots of people seem to forget that the wedding is not the marriage, and once you’re in it, you’re not sure what you’re actually supposed to do for the rest of your lives together!

Babies. Until I had one of my own, they were to me mostly charming, sometimes irritating little beings that I never really paid close attention to or deeply considered the significance of.

I admit that I often felt quite awkward with some of those that I had the opportunity of handling. It felt like I might break them if I wasn’t careful.

At arms length – i.e. something you can give back if you’ve had enough – they were amusing enough, cute and entertaining: a momentary talking point.

And they can be good for the ego if they respond well to you, a non-primary caregiver.

That is, if you can stop someone else’s squawking infant from throwing a tantrum they can make you feel quite special, as in: “I’m good with babies, you know.

Of course, the opposite is also true: should a baby react badly to what you think is your most animated baby-entertaining face, it can quite severely put your nose out of joint.

The moral of that story? Try not to invest too much ego into other people’s babies… or for that matter, your own either. Invariably your ego is going to suffer some kind of humiliation, so you may as well just leave it out of the adventure that is parenthood!


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