forty days on
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Maggie's now outgrown her newborn-sized stuff, so in the interests of freeing up some space I'm packing it away. And as I do so, re-experiencing the pangs of whatever emotion it is you experience as you bag up the first tiny clothes your child ever wore,and realise that they'll never be that tiny again. The pangs may be a bit sharper this time around, as I know this is the last time I'll be doing this. And in a few weeks' time I'll be doing it again with the zero to three stuff, hauling out the three to six stuff, and in the process I'll come across the newborn stuff and marvel that Maggie was ever that small. The early months and years bristle with markers and milestones, which obscure the view back to the beginning. Even re-experiencing the strangeness of the first days doesn't bring back the earlier experience of them: as I witness the small beginnings of Maggie's autonomy from me, I find myself continually asking: 'was it this way with Rebecca?'
An unexpected recommendation: Flushed Away – the CGI feature from Aardman. How can you go past a movie with singing slugs?
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