the omens were good. Lila was born and a mere 7 hours later Spurs won at Burnley. Obviously completely down to her. The very next day, yesterday, the day when, had she the power of speech, she could actually say: ‘do you think I was born yesterday??’, that very day Arsenal and Man City drew at the Emirates. The perfect result. For Spurs. Chelsea even lost on Saturday, so aware were they, unconsciously, that in the world there now existed a presence. A very little and pretty sleepy presence, but a presence nonetheless that is the future for Tottenham. The force is strong in this one.
But she’s a baby. So she don’t know nuffink. Not yet. She is the ultimate ‘tabla rasa’. But when is a good time to start learning? I turned up yesterday with some things which I strongly believe, in keeping with the ‘Suzuki method’ and various other brutal and merciless ‘tiger-mom’ paradigms, will make our baby a true wunderkind. So I brought a violin, obviously, a tennis racquet, The Sunday Times, a logarithmic calculator and a Samurai sword. For the perfect, rounded child. I thought I’d leave the Nirvana and Black Sabbath cds til next week.
Unfortunately, none of it would fit in her little car seat. No room. Mel wanted to take her a swimming pool but that was really out of the question.
When you have a child it just becomes your life. Everything else, whilst not exactly stopping, certainly gets put on hold or postponed, cancelled or takes second place to the tiny little presence that has a beyond-exponentially dominating effect. But when you have a grandchild its different. Its more relaxed. I loved my babies (I stress: WHEN THEY WERE BABIES) and now its like being given another go. Stick another 50p in the slot and you get to play again. Because babies are fun. They have no agenda. They live totally in the moment. Well they would do, wouldn’t they? They don’t have much of a past and don’t understand what the future even means. So if a baby wants to dump a bowl of porridge on its head, it just does it. The world of ‘consequences’ (a slimy head) and repercussions (none) simply doesn’t exist.
I’m going to try not to be obsessive, not to be a baby-bore. But its going to be really really hard. I’m a bit obsessed already and she’s barely opened her eyes. I’m renaming these pages ‘Lila’s Diary’ and will dedicate it to parental advice (God help her) and comparisons of baby clothing with a particular view to health and safety…
So look out for pictures of ‘baby with electric screwdriver’ and other caringly grandparental stuff.
Yours over-indulgently
A xxxx
Send as many Lila posts as you like as far as I am concerned. Never bored with babies.
Enjoy!
Shirley H xxxx