I just have to talk about this
This is a momsequitur, which means it has nothing to do with anything except my! kid! did! it! :)
So today Noah and I had a pretty good/calm day for the most part, although my father came over and played with him a bit while I (coincidentally; he wanted to come in any case) finished up the last bits for my deadline, and that is always exciting. But we went to musical munchkins and he had a nap and we had lunch and played and my dad came and they played and then we went to run a few errands, but calmly and mostly with him in the Ergo.
And then we played in the living room and Nox was there, who is our snuggliest cat and who often does let Noah play with her a bit. Mostly the playing consists of following her around, grabbing her tail, and petting her which escalates into grabbing. So - lots of intervention is usually necessary. She was up on the ottoman.
So Noah stood up next to the ottoman and chatted up a storm in this odd new voice he has (do all babies have like, tiny little voices and great shrieking voices and then this low sort of um - ‘intense/thoughtful’ voice? Because he does, the last being the new one). And he pet her in long loving strokes.
For like, ten minutes. Watching me, too. We pet her together, talking in these low tones and being - gentle. Then he moved away and stamped his feet and shrieked, like he had all this tension to let off. But while it lasted it was just so intense. I felt like I could see down the tunnel of time and experience the possibility of this gentle, kind man.
I love that in my son. I love it all, but today was the first time I saw a kind of deliberate gentleness towards something smaller than him (if that can be, in a baby). It was really nice.
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