On August 3, 2012, my life (as well as Lindsey’s) was changed forever. I focus on me, not because of ever present self-centeredness, but because I have experienced what Lindsey has been experiencing with Ben for the last 16 months. It seems as if something within us is hardwired to have a soft spot for a child of the opposite sex. Don’t get me wrong; I love Ben. But when he was a baby I thought, “Hurry up and get bigger already so I can body slam you.” And believe me, Ben and I have a blast horsing around and goofing off. What’s more is that his mom is petrified because his personality is eerily similar to mine thus far.
With Nora Jane, though, it’s different . My paternal instincts are in overdrive. My protective instincts are off the charts. Rather than “Hurry up and get bigger” I think, “Please don’t grow little lump of perfection.” When she first arrived, I posted on facebook that I WILL go Steve Martin Father of the Bride. If you haven’t seen it, shame on you. It’s a classic ‘father can’t see anything but his little girl no matter how old she is’ tale. Lindsey reminds me that smitten as I may be, I still have to discipline her. I know she’s right.And if she’s like her mom, I’m sure there will be plenty of sass coming our way. But I’m thankful now for the opportunity to hold and adore this miracle: