It struck me today, as I held my beautiful daughter in my arms, that she has what seems to be an unwavering trust in me. It's like she knows that I will do anything and everything in my power to ensure her safety and health. As she drifted off to sleep, letting her body go limp against mine, the reality of her unconscious faith in my love for her stunned me. Doesn't she know I have no idea what I'm doing? That fear of making mistakes threatens to paralyze me into non-action? That her confidence in my parental abilities may very well be misplaced?
Actually, as long as I change her bottom when it's wet or dirty and stick my boob in her face every few hours, she's pretty happy. I guess at this point, that's all she needs to know.