making room
January 19, 2012
Baby-related imagery has infiltrated my camera roll, throwing off a previously dependable ratio of pets:kitchen:garden.
It was difficult, a few months back, for me to picture a future where she’d be a real person instead of a little fish baby with tail rudiment and eyes on opposite side of her head. I worried about my maternal instinct, and my ability to form a bond with a red-faced, screaming infant. Then I pictured her in kitted baby socks, and the whole mess of instinct locked into place. Socks humanize.
The cat has been spending inordinate amounts of time in our cribs. I could prove my intention to be a good parent by putting an end to this immediately, but enough cute apparently causes a total paralysis of personal accountability.
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Love this. I always pictured you as a mom.
Teeny tiny knitted socks! Things just got real.
I wouldn’t be able to kick the cat out of the crib, either. It’s adorable.
be careful, old wives will tell you that cats suck out babies’ breaths. or something.
ooh those little socks kill me.
YOUR BELLY IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!
And the tiny sweater, and the tiny socks…
This made me tear up. My heart has definitely made room for this new one.
I love you and your family, it’s a gift to this world that it’s growing.
-Chel