There are times when Hunter is inconsolably upset and shrieking in my ear that, although my voice is warmly and soothingly repeating, "It's okay, sweetheart; Mama's here. It's okay, little boy..." there is someone in my head demanding, "Jesus Christ, child! What is your problem?!?"

But then I make sure he's fed and change his diaper and give him Mylicon for gas or Baby Orajel if it's teething issues or I carry him and dance around the room to Dervish (he loves that) or get down on the floor with him while he's doing Tummy Time and always, always give lots of hugs and kisses and snuggles, then everything is (eventually) all better.

And then I'll sing to him until he falls asleep in my arms with such utter and complete trust and innocence, and my heart doth overflow with tenderness beyond mortal ken.


I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand
I'll do anything to help you understand
I love you more than anybody can.

And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
Leaves will bow down when you walk by
And morning bells will chime.

"For Bobby (For Baby)" -- John Denver