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Couch Potatoes
Ah, the memories! I still think of Cooper as small today, but looking at this picture, I’m reminded of how big he’s really gotten. It’s funny how my hands could almost cover his entire torso during his first weeks of life.
Tell Me How to Bathe Properly
I am probably opening myself up to some criticism from well-meaning parents and others, but I’m going to put myself out there.
Cooper gets a bath once per week, typically on a Sunday. At his age, one bath seems to last just about a week. Yours truly is in charge of bathing, so the buck stops here.
Let me have it.
Discovering Compassion
I never considered myself to be a particularly compassionate person. It isn’t that I believe I was lacking for compassion, but, for example, I never really saw the complete picture when a co-worker or friend had to take off of work or miss a commitment due to an ill child. I always considered it to be the right thing to do, but I never truly felt a sense of sorrow or understanding. Cooper then came into our lives just over fourteen months ago.
When Cooper is sick, my heart pours out to him. While Cooper’s ill, I don’t want to leave him during the day, and if he wakes up in discomfort at night, I don’t think twice about going to check on him or help soothe him to sleep. I’d suck the sickness out of him and suffer myself if I could. It turns out there is a shred of compassion in me. That compassion is not only geared towards Cooper, but I can also empathize with other parents who are dealing with a sick child! I couldn’t have said that two years ago. It’s remarkable what you learn about yourself when you become a parent.
