Being a parent has been, I think, one of the few times in my life that I've felt a real sense of confidence. Perhaps "confident" isn't the word I'm looking for — is it a sense of serenity? Or of ease?
My wife worries constantly, even at the slightest of concerns. I don't think I've never felt that way — not even during the frightening new experience of having a newborn at home for the first time, no more than a few days old. It's not that I'm uncconnected or unconcerned — perhaps it's just a vague sense that this is an experience best enjoyed, rather than fretted over.
My gift has been to spend the day in peace and solitude, and I am enjoying it immensely.
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The secret life of a stay-at-home parent.
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