I have an altered perception of reality now that I am the father of a three-month old. Everywhere I look I see children. And they're all cute. In the mornings I walk by our company's daycare center. I call it the "baby terrarium" since the facility is encased in windows to the public on one of its sides. You can view inside and watch a half dozen bald headed babies sitting in a circle waiting to plop over on their sides at any moment. It's adorable. Then again, I also see pictures of little kids in the wrong place at the wrong time in this world - whether they're hurt on the streets of Pakistan or in suburban Cincinnati. I see them through different eyes these days, and it's terribly painful the things forced upon them. I picture Jude when I see them; it hurts. I don't mean to be a downer ... all I'm saying is, you see children in a different way when you have your own child.
A few years ago, a guy said to me as soon as I had children, I'd vote a certain way and move to the suburbs like all the other parents. I don't think I'd go that far (I'm still anti-suburb), but I do agree that your perception of life changes when you're the guardian and "god" to a little human.
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It's true. Things do change. And, just wait until Jude wants to go outside to ride his bike and the thought of him getting hit by a car on your busy street dictates your decision to make him stay inside. I struggle with that, and I DO live in a suburb! I need to move to a cul-de-sac!
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