I have been watching my grand-daughter for the last several weeks while my daughter goes to a summer class in the evenings. I have forgotten how intense it is to care for a little critter who is unable to do for herself. She is just now on the verge of crawling, then the world will change.
My wife and I were talking about the need to child-proof the house, or at least part of the house. This accommodation will keep the newly mobile from any real trouble (still allowing for any trouble that is common to kids anyway). I am not sure if any house could become child-proof in the sense of absolute protection. What I am sure about is that the rugrat will find somewhere, sometime, a something to mess up.
I can’t seem to recall being too uptight about this whole process when I was in the primary parenting mode. I seem to remember that we parents got to a place of, “no biggie, it’s just a rug, a lamp, a plate, whatever.” We had fallen into a malaise of parenthood where the things that held importance before took a place farther down the line of worth. It just didn’t hold the same power over us in comparison with the life giggling on the carpet playing with the plastic toy keys.
One thing is sure, I have fallen in love again with a little curly-headed, big-eyed, smiling baby girl.
She’s the cutest little baby in the entire world…still.