Today is my last day on Tater duties. I’m going to miss the pretty little thing once I’m back in New York tonight, but I plan to return to Northern Virginia while Uzma is still home studying. I asked my mom how old Tater would have to be before she recognizes and remembers me (for life, obviously) and she said at least 3 months. This means I have a small window of about 4 weeks left before I can impose my way…err…I mean let Tater accept me into her life as a staple figure she loves.
I was watching Tater this morning as she lay on the couch and I kept trying to wrap my head around how she was brand new to the world. While everyone focuses on the new parents and their adjustment to life with an infant (as of course we rightfully should), I couldn’t help but think how I rarely ever hear people talk about the baby’s adjustment. I mean, babies are conceived in, develop and live in a dark liquid bubble for 9 months and then all of a sudden they’re just…here…in this big world…and people keep touching them.
I hope Tater knows how much she’s loved in this family, but I can’t help but think that it must be really annoying sometimes to have to have people around you all the time. I’m used to living in this world, but after working (mostly) from home for the last few years (read: my dark liquid bubble) even I need a break from people if there are too many of them around at once.
But at least all the people I have to interact with aren’t breathing in my face and pushing me into the arms of strangers. Well, unless I have to go into the city for something. In which case I guess Tater and I have more in common than I thought.