This semester should be a fun one, and no doubt it will be stressful as well. Aron and I have to learn how to instantaneously turn from parents into students and then immediately back again.
I have to remember how to be an adult. Even at Target when a cashier asks, "Hi, how are you?" and I answer, "Fine, thanks; how are you?" my own voice shocks me, because I'm not used to how it sounds in the presence of adults who aren't my husband. It's a wonder I don't instead respond to the cashier with, "Great, sweetheart; how are you?" I call Graham sweetheart, honey, beautiful baby boy, little tomato. And unfortunately I do it with that saccharine mom-voice I thought I'd never naturally acquire. But surprisingly and without effort, I talk to my baby like a baby—like he's a baby and like I'm one.
Can I keep Graham out of my head long enough to learn anything? Can I read Cunt objectively and without thinking about the human that came out of my own? I don't know that I can or that I want to. I want Graham to come to class!