Over dinner my friend Jane makes an offhand comment: “I couldn’t stand my husband when I first met him.” Immediately, I’m intrigued. They’ve been married eight years and she’s head over heels in love with him.
She continues, “He was the most obnoxious, pompous know-it-all I’d ever met.”
“What finally changed your mind?” I ask, expecting some big gesture on his part.
Babies make me want to run in the opposite direction. Since Levi was born, I’ve secretly worried about how I’m going to meaningfully connect with one of these tiny human forms I’ve spent my adult life avoiding.
Jane’s words are still fresh when my brother and sister-in-law, in a pinch, ask me to baby-sit my three-month-old nephew, Levi.
The problem: I hate babies. I know that’s an awful thing to say, but there it is. Babies make me want to run in the opposite direction. Since Levi was born, I’ve secretly worried about how I’m going to meaningfully connect with one of these tiny human forms I’ve spent my adult life avoiding. With trepidation, I agree to watch him for the one requested hour, fully expecting to hate every minute of it.
My brother hands me Levi and goes over the basics of diaper changing, pacifiers, and all the tricks they’ve discovered to stop his crying. I am instructed not to put him down but to hold him at all times. They leave, and we’re on our own.
On the couch with Levi tucked into my arm, I begin to read. In a few moments Levi’s head lolls. I shift his position and he falls asleep with his head on my shoulder. Well, I think to myself, this isn’t so bad….
We settle into a chaise longue, where Levi curls into a tiny ball on my chest and falls asleep. While I’ve been certain I would hate this kind of moment, I’m amazed by how tranquil it feels…I can be still; I can love him. We have made a connection.
We settle into a chaise longue, where Levi curls into a tiny ball on my chest and falls asleep. While I’ve been certain I would hate this kind of moment, I’m amazed by how tranquil it feels. I hold still and realize with surprise: I don’t feel the urge to run from this little being nestled on my heart. I can be still; I can love him. We have made a connection.
I think of Jane and her husband: how experiencing another person can look like one thing from the outside and be completely different when you circumvent your own preconception. Unexpectedly, over time (or in an hour) you discover there’s more to yourself, and someone else, than you thought.
I’m reading when my brother and sister-in-law return. They’re ready to relieve me of baby duty, but shockingly, I’m not ready for it to end.“You go on inside and relax,” I tell them. “Levi and I are at a fascinating part of this book.”
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2 Comments
Ed Decker
Beautiful piece! It will resonate with many people who have experienced transitions between hate and love in surprising ways. Love the ending!
Michele Rosenthal
@Ed, thanks! That was a very strange experience and not one I expected. Just reinforces the idea “never say never.” 🙂