It’s a humbling day when the book you’re reading about baby behavior better describes your own. I’ve now had the experience enough times in the past 10 months to recognize the hard truth behind the cliches: When you’re getting to know your baby, you end up encountering yourself in ways you hadn’t counted on, ways that can be brutally jarring, both for the unexpected content of what can now not be unseen, and for the stakes of the seeing.
You thought you knew yourself, and your life, and suddenly everything is on the table, about who you are, who you can be, who you must become in order to be the person specifically worthy of guarding and guiding your child.