“I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.”
So said an email on a mother thinking about her daughter and motherhood. The email is so right.
One of my dearest memories of R with the babies is him throwing up changing a diaper, because he kept changing it.
And then there was the time that E pulled off his very poopy diaper and spread it all over himself, his crib, and the wall. The only clean thing in sight was his thumb. (Don’t think about it.) Because I was pregant with M and throwing up, R got to clean up the baby and the bed and the room. He did a great job of it too. It is another of those dear memories of R that makes me love him more.