Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Man with Baby 2001
I was not someone who had always wanted to have children. Babies especially frightened me. I had no idea what to do with them and the thought of actually owning a baby was a little more then I could handle. So, I waited until I was 35 to have my first daughter, Ramey, and the decision was made more out of fear of waiting too long and not being able to have a child rather then racing to embrace motherhood. My one comforting thought was that my husband, Bob, would be able to deal with the child through baby and toddler hood and then I would take over when it was, say, nine, an age I knew I could (probably)deal with.
So, Ramey was born via C-section after a long and difficult labor. When I first woke up out of the anesthesia I saw Bob with a baby girl in his arms, both staring down at me with concerned expressions on their faces. I had not had even a glimmer of the power of what a baby could extract out of her parents. It was, of course, complete and utter love at first sight. Oh those hormones I guess. Now, 24 years later, I wonder why I sold this beautiful little painting.