When my oldest son was born, I mistakenly thought that holding him tight was the same as holding him close. When I would carry him as an infant, I held on to him so tightly that I am surprised he could even breathe.
There are moments in parenting that stick with us for years. I am not talking about the joyful ones like the healthy birth of a baby or her first wobbly steps.
It’s been almost six years since they placed our 10 pound bundle of joy in my arms. I remember the joy and excitement and fear and inadequacy that overcame me in the next few days as I sought to understand how to parent this little guy.