It Goes In Cycles, Maybe?
As I drove home from the hospital on the morning of my son's birth, my mind kept flashing me images of his face and my body was washed through with unbelievably intense waves of physical pleasure. At the same time, I had a strong sensation of a "message" in my mind, saying: Look after this! This is special and precious!
Here was a grunting, squirming bundle of grumbles and bad smells that was the prime focus of my existence.
Over 13 years later, after nearly 10 years as a single dad, that sense of almost sacred duty lingers in me still. He remains the central person in my life.
Oh, and he has begun grunting and grumbling and smelling bad again too!