I was wondering tonight exactly how it is that a five month old girl can get two 30+ adults to dance around the kitchen in the hope of a smile.
I just have to repeat that because I don't really think I believe what I'm writing. I've trudged home after a 12 hour day at work, ready for the welcome embrace of the couch. Then I see my daughter and go from feeling like collapsing to getting the urge to dance around the kitchen for a smile.
Now dancing is not our forte, and so we have to be fairly desparate to start something like that, especially in a kitchen the size of ours, especially when there's no music on and we're trying to avoid the squeaky floor boards to keep on the good side of our neighbour below.
Dancing is meant to be fun, and I only realise how seriously I'm taking it when Sophie doesn't smile. The feeling of disapointment actually hurts (though when I add a bit of singing to go along with the dancing the smile comes - even if it looks more like one of pity than genuine enjoyment on her part).
Thinking about this makes me realise again that the value I get from Sophie is greater than anything I get from work. All the busy running around of the day is what success is supposed to be like, but while 12 hours of that might bring in something for the company, for me it doesn't bring the same satisfaction of 30 second dance for a smile.
I guess that's because Sophie isn't work, she's what I'm working for.
Monday, 2 June 2008
Finding What's Really Important
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It's great to see you get this realisation so early.
Can you imagine what it would be like to have this hit you when she was 20? Yikes.
and she looks so bloody cute in that, er, sack?
Looking back, I think the feeling had been around since she was born, it's just that I'm a bit slow on the uptake. And yes, it is a sack, hanging from some fishscales - an improvised way of weighing her (don't tell Social Services, but it was that or the fruit scales at the local supermarket!).
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