EXPERT
A friend came over the other day with her one-year-old. She was struggling to feed her squirmy child and I instinctively held out an extra spoon for the little fist to grab.
“Every mother knows you need two spoons when feeding a one-year-old,” I thought. “One for baby, one for mom.”
But not everyone does know that simple rule. Hey, I’m an expert!
But an expert at a chapter of parenting that is past. I’m floundering to find the simple rules for where I am now and glimpsing what’s to come with awe and wary anticipation. I’ll only become an expert after that part of the story is wrapped up — like the year of photos neatly edited into an album and set on the shelf. (2006)