What Dreams May Come
There is a moment in every parent's life where the fog lifts and one can see the nappies for the wet wipes. That first morning where one wakes up feeling relatively refreshed to discover that one's baby has actually slept through for the first time. What follows is an almost hysterical desire to reenact everything from the day before because clearly something worked. The tactic generally fails because babies aren't robots but that brief glimpse into a night of rest does provide a glimmer of hope on the long endless, sleepless horizon. It doesn't get any easier as children grow older though. In fact it just gets more complex. I dread to my core the moment my children become teenagers because I know what I'm in for and it isn't pretty. My desire to control every aspect of their lives will come to a screeching halt and that doesn't rest well with me. Because, and I'm going to be honest here, parenthood has certainly brought out the control freak in me. I...