I almost immediately had to shut down the postmodern deconstructionist critic in my head once I started raising my son, because clever people can turn anything into a double entendre or something sus or something that represents some fictional trope, and you can't be that way with a child. Put up a bunch of stupid barriers and all you do is communicate less effectively with this tiny life that needs you to be authentic and show them truth directly.
Holding a one week old baby in my arms letting his mom sleep, and I say "I love you, my beautiful son" and you have to shut down the one part of your brain that says "haha gay" and the other part that says "sus" and the third part that says "you know this is exactly how every dead parent in a movie acts before they get hit with a train" because in that moment the world isn't so complex, there's a baby relying on you for everything and you have a duty to perform, and from the core of your being you're ready, willing, and thankful to be able to perform it.
Holding a one week old baby in my arms letting his mom sleep, and I say "I love you, my beautiful son" and you have to shut down the one part of your brain that says "haha gay" and the other part that says "sus" and the third part that says "you know this is exactly how every dead parent in a movie acts before they get hit with a train" because in that moment the world isn't so complex, there's a baby relying on you for everything and you have a duty to perform, and from the core of your being you're ready, willing, and thankful to be able to perform it.
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