The expectant mother – Son’s Girlfriend – has been staying with us for over a week, joined a couple of days ago by the Lovely Son himself. During that time, as well as buying a pram, we have continued to familiarise ourselves with all manner of things to do with pregnancy, childbirth, child-rearing, and the many many many things to worry about regarding them all. There is so much – too much? – information out there, and it can all be used to torment the worried well. I feel almost grateful for my cluelessness at 22, in the months of
blissful ignorance before the Lovely Son was born.
Yesterday evening we drove the expectant parents to the railway station, and waved them off. I wondered, as they departed with babyless pram, if I was the only person who thought about The Importance of Being Earnest?
The Gardener, his days of parenting a newborn a mere seventeen years behind him, has been a calm, sensible, reassuring rock in the turbulent seas of of fearfulness last week.
At one point, he said quietly to me: “Next week, we are not talking about babies….” Well, maybe.
We are visiting in May, and then we shall Go Shopping. And talk about babies some more.