Ali and Samuel are both sleeping, and despite my attempts to join them I am somehow awake. Samuel has managed to wrestle his left arm out of his swaddle and place it behind his head like a model just in case someone dares to take a picture of him while he is conked out.
Our first summer with Samuel is quickly coming to a close. August is almost here, and with it life will begin to retake some sense of its former self. For 3 days a week Ali will temporarily shed her cape of motherhood and don the cloak of music teacher to a bunch of rowdy young kids. After months of singing Baby Balooga and You are my Sunshine, there will be new songs to sing.
In the morning there will be big cups of coffee to go along with the lack of sleep. I remember when 5 or 6 hours of shuteye turned Ali and I into grumpy morning trolls. We moped around the house getting ready for the day with heavy eyes and bedraggled hair. Oh what we would give for a 5-hour stretch of sleep now!
I will return to seminary for my 20th and final year as a full-time student. I do so for the first time as a Father and have a feeling my GPA will never be the same again. Getting A’s just doesn’t seem quite as feasible or important when everyday Samuel is learning something new and I only find myself with snatches of time here and there to work. Even now as I’m writing, the slumbering babe has decided to Carpe Diem. Let the rocking, singing and diaper changing begin.
I’m back again after a brief bout of bouncing. Samuel is sucking his hands noisily in between hiccups in his vibrating chair at my feet. He’s staring up at me with big brown eyes trying to figure out what I’m doing.
The hiccups have subsided and he is now blowing bubbles with his saliva. Big drool bubbles, and he seems rather pleased with himself. As usual his chubby arms and legs are flailing all about as if he’s trying to swim.
I think I actually had a profound thought or two I wanted to share this morning when I sat down in the silence to write, but they have left me now. In their place sits Samuel, and to be honest I wouldn’t have it any other way. That is the life of a Father. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go play with my son.