Epiphany While Doing Laundry

I folded Baby J's laundry this morning. Aside from a trip to the post office and the library, that's pretty much all I've done today. The fact that I've done so few things today must be magnifying their importance to me because folding the baby wash pretty much blew my mind.

I'm sure every mom or dad has a revelation at one time or another during which the sheer enormity of being a parent really hits home. I haven't had many (they tend not to happen in the first few months of life since exhaustion strips you of the brainpower required for an epiphany) but I had one while folding the baby wash.

Baby J's clothes are so freaking tiny, it's almost impossible to find a way to fold them in a practical way. I fell like some sausage-fingered oaf fumbling through a package of origami paper. It sort of brought home just how big the size difference is between babies and adults, how outsized they are in our world, and most importantly, how much help they need the help of their giant ambassadors (a.k.a. their parents).

In a world where everything is enormous (including your own unwieldy head) it sure does help to have a couple of affable ogre-like parents around. Otherwise, you're Gulliver among the Brobdignagians. Jack at the wrong end of the beanstalk.

Listening To: Wavering Radiant by Isis