July 13, 2009

• it was punk, yeah it was stupid

  I feel big. In stature. In comparison. My hands are so big on her little body, her hands tiny as they grab my fingers. I feel big with responsibility for this dependent little soul. I feel big with morals and decisions and choices that no longer only affect me and my partner. I feel big with fear, I feel pregnant with it, of anything bad that might happen to her. I feel big with life, even now.

  And, I feel like a child sometimes. Silly. Fun-loving. Hence:
  What are babies for if not for ‘styling’ their hair into a mohican?

  

  

  

  V has had her first art gallery experience and cemetery experience. Today she had her first train ride. She sat looking at three teenage lads the whole of the 40 minute journey. Really stared at them. Obviously she’s trying to figure boys out. I told her not to bother, that they’ll never make sense to us!

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