Dear Son

Dwayne's Head

Dear Son,

When you entered this world, you changed my life in all the beautiful, meaningful ways I completely expected. However, you’ve also changed me in some not so expected ways:

  1. Your cry haunts me all day long. When I am nowhere near you and it’s a little too quiet, I hear an echo of your screams in the distance. It takes me a second to realize it’s not you. This is very unsettling.
  2. I smell your poop even when there’s no poop. I’ll be sitting at work when suddenly the smell fills my nose. I start checking to make sure there’s no covert baby poop smear on my clothing, but just as suddenly, the smell’s gone. This is much worse than the crying thing.
  3. I can no longer stand perfectly still. Instinctually, I start bouncing up and down as if I am trying to soothe a crying baby, even when there is no baby. This makes me look a little insane in public.
  4. Speaking of bouncing, holy fcking thigh muscles. I don’t know if it’s from all the yoga ball bouncing we do when putting you to sleep, or the amount of upstairs-downstairs trips I make at home, but my thigh muscles are bulging. This I do not mind.
  5. Fcking baby clothes. I can’t help myself, but I love shopping for your clothes. I neither can explain this nor want to understand it. It makes me super uncomfortable.
  6. Finally, you legitimately make me a better person. I did read about this and expected it to happen, but not to this extent. I literally consider how almost all my decisions are going to impact you. Also, you’ve done something to me subliminally. Someone at work accused me of becoming a nicer person since you were born. A NICER PERSON. Can you believe this shit? You’ve broken me.

IMHO, you have changed me in some pretty crazy ways—ways I pray are not permanent. Except the thigh thing…that can stay. Also, maybe the better person thing. Maybe.

With love,
Pop-Pop

PS: I don’t actually call myself “Pop-Pop;” I’ve just been watching an awful lot of  Arrested Development.

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3 responses to “Dear Son

  1. Ah, yes. I remember all of this from Jane’s babyhood. Especially the phantom crying and the rocking back and forth while standing. In other news, I am now going to call you Pop-Pop.

  2. If you start leaking milk in the grocery store due to the cries of some random baby…it’s all over. I’m gonna call you Pop-Pop too….

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