Friday, July 25, 2008
In an article I read recently, the author said that her children 'were fully themselves from the moment they opened their eyes.'
This has not been my experience.
I often look at Isaac wondering who he is. Trying to pick up clues. So far I know that he likes his big brother (unless said big brother is putting toys on his face) and he likes his bath. He does not like the car seat during stop-and-go driving and likes to be worn in a sling, even during stop-and-go walking. All of these things were also true of Andrew (well, except for the big brother part...Andrew is the big brother), and are probably true of a lot of babies.
Sometimes I feel like I am watering a seed. And I am disappointed that it is still a seed. Don't get me wrong, I love my little seed so, so much...but I want to see more. Andrew is practically overwhelming with personality. I know exactly who Andrew is. But, Isaac, who are you?
I guess I feel like a little girl, suspended in a perpetual Christmas Eve, waiting to see what is under the tree. And this present is taking forever to unwrap.