Calming the storm
I ran into someone today that I had a row with a while back – it was about having a child. I was in the throes of feeling like all my options had vanished and was envious of him that he still had a lot of options ahead of him that he might be squandering. We quarreled at a restaurant for reasons that were unobvious but in hindsight I realize that we both wanted the same things, feared the same things, and in the end didn’t know how to get them.
He smiled and cooed at Tin. Yes, how the hell did I get Tin? How lucky am I? But here he is in my life and now I’m trying to figure it all out on the hurry up.
After the consultation with the internet this morning – we reduced his feeding mid day to be about him feeding himself – banana, sweet potato and a chicken stick from Gerber. I want to get off the baby food and onto the natural food but feared there was supplemental vitamins in the baby food he wouldn’t get in nature. Wrong.
He loves feeding himself. This afternoon I gave him a very toasted bagel and he gnawed and gnawed his way to contentedness. He’s teething – his bottom teeth look like they are coming in crooked and so they must be giving him a lot of grief. He’s drooling like a fountain. So the toasted bagel was like a drug.
We all have to find something to calm the storm. For Tin it was the bagel, for me it was Tin.