Aug
07
2008
Uncanny
Why is that adults are often unable to do what is needed in a given situation and yet babies do it as if having rehearsed the whole thing? Ok, perhaps I exaggerate, but my baby, my not-so-wee 14 week old Finley is being the model take-your-daughter-to-work success story. This morning, holding down the SaraBear fort, Finley is pulling out all the winsome, agreeable and charming stops imaginable.
Through seven phone calls, 1 trip to the coffee shop, three emails and two conversations she has made nary a peep. At one point, as I scrambled to navigate the back end of our website searching for an answer to a query while a caller waited on the line, she gently gummed my wrist and rubbed my forearm with her impossibly soft fingertips. Her ability to understand when she needs to be tranquil and when it is ok to unleash her signature donkey kick, baby squeal, try-to-ignore-me-I-dare-you routine humbles me.
She is sleeping now and I would be lying if I didn’t say that my desire to curl up next to her and whisper I love you over and over until I drifted off in slumber next to her is almost palpable. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I am so grateful to work in an environment that allows me to have my baby with me. Funny thing is, I think Fin’s demeanor is her way of saying thank you too.
