Over a year ago I read an editorial in a local paper that made me see red. The dude had written that he was tired of people commenting how having a baby changes everything. After all his baby was a whole month old and he was still the same.
I felt sorry for him. I changed when I had children, and I believe it was for the better – at least after I got some sleep again it was for the better. [I’m not even referring to the physical changes of my body and house.]
As soon as I drove home from the hospital my driving changed. I could just feel the accident waiting for me and my brand new baby. Remember that?
When I realized what a job was given to me – feeding, clothing, training, teaching – I was scared, and then determined to do my best.
The reporter argued that he still had the same tastes. He liked the same food. His taste in music was the same. Yes, my likes are the same, BUT I filter them through the thought, “What’s best for my children?” I started looking at everywhere I went, everything I did, and wondering, “Do I want my children to see or do this? Are these people that I’m around a good influence on my children?” There are only a few years to strongly affect my children for their whole life.
So young-Mr.Reporter-with-a-brand-new-baby, I’m sorry that you are so selfish to just think you can tack a baby on to your life and things stay the same. I’m sorry that you have no room for growth because you’re already perfect. I’m sorry that you haven’t gotten to experience the change of character that brings out the best love and patience you have to give. Maybe, by now, you’ve seen how much having a baby really does change things.