Week 30 - Christmas and New Year’s

Dear Kaylee,

The rumors that there would be plenty of presents under the tree for you proved to be 100% true on Christmas morning and I think I can honestly say that I was more excited to see what people had bought you than I was to unwrap my own presents. That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy my gifts, because I did. But I think it’s just a simple fact of life that when you have a kid of your own, even if she is still in utero, the whole experience of Christmas shifts in subtle yet exceedingly poignant ways. I’m sure that someday, when you’re old enough to make me something and put it under the tree, I’ll look forward to opening that gift as much as I looked forward to opening each of your gifts this time around. But for now, and for years to come, I will remain quite content to live the wonder of Christmas morning vicariously through you.

American Baby’s website tells me that, “By this week, your baby’s senses are developed to the point where she can taste, touch, see, and hear what’s going on around her.” So, it’s possible that you experienced a little bit of Christmas morning yourself. You might also have had the chance to experience bowling for the first time, as your mother and I played a few strings of duckpin bowling with your Grandpa and your Uncle John a little bit later in the week. What’s bowling like when you’re in utero? Well, I wish you were going to be able to remember it, kiddo, because that would make for a really good story.

Perhaps it feels a wee bit like bowling drunk, but I guess we’ll never know.

The week ended on New Year’s Eve, the last day of the year in which we finally fulfilled our dream of conceiving you. Our plan had been to spend the evening with your grandparents down in Chelmsford, but Old Man Winter was uncooperative. The roads were treacherous, the traffic slow-moving, and we were therefore forced to make the difficult decision to head back home only five or ten minutes into the trip. As much as we wanted to be with family, I didn’t want to put you or your mother in any unnecessary danger. So, we spent the evening at home, watching Star Wars films and struggling to stay awake. And that was that.

This was the week that the first true inklings of a parental instinct reared their heads. I knew that it would still be at least two and a half months, and perhaps even longer than that, before we truly understood what it was like to be parents, but this week really felt like the beginning of something.

Love, Dad

LettersE. Christopher Clark