Thursday, 11 February 2010
It can be hard to see babies as people sometimes. Alex is tremendously cute and I love him to bits, but the same can be said of Ringo. For the first few months, babies really are like cats in clothes. They know what they want and they can tell you if they're happy or upset, but beyond that it can be hard to see the person they're going to become. As adults we don't stuff everything we see into our mouths, nor do we take great delight in holding our own feet. Babies do. They're learning about the world, one tiny step at a time. It's obviously necessary, but it makes them seem like a member of a different species sometimes.
Alex's response when I got home was so obviously human, so easily intelligable, that it really brought it home to me that he is a person. A little man with likes and dislikes. Not just a cat in clothes.
P.S. Three updates in a week? What's going on? Could it be that I'm doing literature work at the moment and any excuse to avoid it for five minutes is most welcome? Surely not.
EDITED TO ADD: Hmm, re-reading this it sounds rather like I was suggesting I didn't feel connected to Alex before. That's not what I meant, rather that this was a moment of particularly heightened connection.