“I can’t lie to you about your chances, but… you have my sympathies.”
– Ash from the 1979 classic movie Alien
Last night, for the first time, I felt my daughter kick inside my wife’s womb. It wasn’t just a little “girly” kick, either– she almost knocked my hand off! Fiesty little critter, ain’t she? I guess it’s only natural, seeing as her growth is rapidly outpacing the limited amount of space in which she resides.
Speaking of critters, my wife has not been telling people that she’s pregnant; rather, she’s been saying that she’s “carrying a parasite.” Parasite? Granted, the term pretty much defines the current relationship between my wife and daughter, but does she really have to use such a word that tends to lean toward a negative connotation? I don’t know about you, but when I hear the word parasite, I immediately think of Alien.
Ugh. I have this to look forward to? (Warning: graphic picture!)
And this is just the beginning. Next, will come the feedings, diaper changings, cuddling, soothing, bedtime readings, disciplining, and so on. Everyone keeps telling me, “Oh, your life is going to change now.” Well, of course it is. It would be naïve to think otherwise. If every day were the same, dull events over and over again, then what would be the fun in that?
I’m actually looking forward to the feedings, changings, et al. It’s all part of this grand adventure called life. These are the things that make life worth living.
In just a couple of months, my wife and I will have a small, innocent and beautiful girl to help grow up and find her own adventures. Sure, she’ll have her good times and her bad times (and a lot of bad times around age two, I’m told!). She’ll look to us for guidance, support and encouragement. We’ll look to her for a new perspective on the life that evolves around us that our more experienced eyes sometimes take for granted.
My wife will feed her on age-old recipes handed down through the generations, and together they’ll make biscotti, pizelles, cowboy cookies, spaghetti sauce and other Polish and Italian delights.
Me? Well, as soon as she’s old enough, we’ll watch Alien.
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