31 July 2012
15 July 2012
I've been a mother for fifty-two days now, and I want to remember this time, as every day feels momentous in some small way. Today, for example, my baby girl started sucking on her hand. This is both good and bad. The good: it means I won't have to be her human pacifier anymore. The bad: well, it isn't particularly attractive, for one. She hasn't figured out how to suck her thumb or fingers, so she tries to jam her entire fist into her mouth. But also, I don't get to be her human pacifier anymore. And because I read this beautifully written piece, I can see how that could be seen as a loss.
I am not a warm human substitute for a cold silicone and plastic doohickey.