I make my living as a multi-tasker, able to talk while reading instant messages and monitoring emails all at once. I don’t watch TV without having my laptop open. Rarely do I do one thing at a time, even writing blog posts in my head while I shower.
Over the past month, though, I’ve found I’m not willing to do anything but watch my son while he eats. Doing anything else feels sacrilegious, somehow. I thought we’d lose that connection when we stopped breastfeeding, but he still stares into my eyes while downing a bottle… and I stare right back. We commune, he and I, every time he eats.
And since he eats every couple of hours, we commune a lot. I love this part of parenthood.
(Downside: I am now very annoyed when
my husband other people don’t pay attention while feeding my son. “You’re missing an opportunity!” I want to say. I have to remind myself that we’ll each have our own relationship with the kid.)