As I mentioned in a recent entry, my son is due to be operated on. In fact he will enter the operating theatre early tomorrow morning. I know the operation is minor and all that, but I still find the whole event worrying. Oh, my son is probably the one who is suffering the least, for things like this wash over the heads of little ones remarkably easily. His mother, on the other hand, is worrying her little cotton socks off in the way that only mothers do.
Our little one has a fantastic character, he's fun, bright and mischievous with an amazingly well developed sense of humour. Well, maybe his sense of humour is not that well advanced, but I never expected a two year old to have such an amazing way of expressing his emotions. It's this sort of capacity and development that one may never see if one never has children, and this is quite possibly a great shame. 'Pleasure and pain syndrome', I guess.
It's this wonderful character that I fear baby may lose as a result of being subjected to, yet another, traumatic experience. And boy do I hope that this will be his last brush with a hospital, at least for a nice long time. Marty is amazingly resilient, but I can't help being concerned that this capacity of his must have a limit and subjecting him to the trauma of an operation may find his limit. Hell, I do hope not.
Stop reading, start speaking
Stop translating in your head and start speaking Italian for real with the only audio course that prompt you to speak.
You have to try to balance the worries with the potential benefits in situations such as these and just hope for the best. At least the experience gives me some small appreciation of the trials and tribulations that parents who have children with really serious problems face.
Being a parent is both a wonderful and quite terrifying experience.
At least an old Alberto Soldi comedy about a guy who worked in the Vatican and ends up losing his soul (and fortune) to his departed father's football team managed to take my mind of the above matters a little. I'm tempted the comment 'they don't make 'em like they used to', so I will "they don't make 'em like they used to".
