What is it that is so intoxicatingly wonderful about gazing upon your child while she lies there sleeping?
No cynic, it’s not that. It’s not that they’re peacefully occupied…unconscious, and as such require nothing of you. OK, that part is rather nice, particularly after a Very Long Day.
But really, I find that just watching either of my girls while they’re in that blissful state pushes me in the other direction. Not to a selfish, but rather a selfless place. Where that blessed thing we’ve named Love is so utterly complete, I’m struck somehow both powerless and powerful with the certainty there is nothing in the world I would not do for her.