I think I’ll keep my day job, but it seems that an unexpected paternal role for me is that of singer. During one of my newborn son’s midnight fits of rage, at wits end I tried singing to him, and surprisingly, he calmed down. It’s only a matter of time before he finds out that his dad is miniscule amond crooners, and he’ll resume crying for me to shut up…
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These are the times you will look back at with fondness. I remember when it was my turn with my son. I would rock him and make up songs as I went along through the wee hours.
As much as I wanted to curl up into bed at the time, I sometimes wish those days were back.
*grin*
You know, I found that in those moments when my baby was inconsolable, all he really needed was Daddy. . .