(I wrote this post last year on a way to a meeting. The moment had a profound effect on me and I thought I’d share the moment.)
The first time you leave your baby is like leaving your skin behind. It feels completely alien and unnatural. As you leave your child, the being you have nutured for over a year, as you walk away you feel it peeling off. You are naked.
There are no real words to describe the connection you have with your child. It’s deeper than the deepest sea. It is infinite.
As I sit on the train carrying me towards the potential to earn money, the prospect of an adult conversation, I can’t help feel sad for the few hours of googley, non-sensical noises and chitter chatter I am missing out on. The silly dances and expressions I would have made to be the ever court jester and the silent conversations I’ll miss when we stare lovingly and knowingly into each other’s eyes.
Morris I love you.