May 06, 2005
Thoughts on fatherhood
Last night, as I walked you up and down as you screamed, I was aching to be able to communicate with you, to tell you that it wasn't so bad, that you didn't need to be scrunching your whole body up so tightly, when it came to me that there was a decent reason for you to be crying so much and so hard. This was, for you, the worst thing that had ever happened in your life. Of course, it's no use me telling you now that a bit of wind is going to be the least of your worries when you turn 25, but there you go.
Last night made a few things apparent. One, that you're not as placid and lovely as we thought you were. Perhaps naming you after someone who had an affinity with creatures of the night was in hindsight not the best idea.
Of course, they say that music soothes the savage beast, and we discovered last night that this was true. Your dad being your dad, I had, by the time we'd been in the room for 3 hours, installed a stereo system.
I am happy to report, my beautiful Abraham, that your first lullaby was side B of Electric Ladyland by Jimi Hendrix. Apparently you're fond of "And the Gods Made Love".