Magazine article New Statesman (1996)

Squeezed Middle

Magazine article New Statesman (1996)

Squeezed Middle

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It's loam and I'm snuggled up in the big double bed with Moe. If there is anything better in life than having a little morning nap with a lovely warm, squidgy baby in your arms, I'd like to know what it is. Outside, it is grey and cold but I don't mind. It makes being here in bed all the nicer.

I open my eyes so I can drink in Moe's sleeping face. It is the vision of a soul at peace: his eyelids are perfectly still, his forehead smooth. His arms and legs are thrown out wide, like a tiny skydiver. I wish I could sleep like he does. There are a lot of things that adults could learn from babies, if only we didn't keep insisting it should be the other way around.

The problem is that to learn them you have to be patient and you can't be distracted. I am very impatient and always distracted. If I don't start paying attention soon, he won't be a baby any more and then it will be too late.

Poor Moe. He's been the calm in the eye of the storm over the past few months. It's only now I have calmed down a bit that I can see it. Curly and I have been whirling around with our worries about money, life and each other. Larry has been whirling around with his scooter and his Tree Fu Torn martial-arts routines.

And all the while Baby Moe has been quietly, unobtrusively learning how to live in the world. All those milestones that I made a huge song and dance over with Larry--his first solid food, first tooth, first crawl--have slightly passed me by this time around. …

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