A very cute tribute, in song, to the biological provisions a mother makes for her children:
Having a child is a lovely little experiment in genetics. As Harvey develops, I delight or wince at aspects of his personality, while I try not to pass judgement on myself or Dan. Like a little mirror, Harvey can be demanding and dramatic. He stares intensely at what he wants, and if he doesn't get it he throws his head back in full tantrum abandon. At these moments I roll my eyes and wonder how it is that my long-suffering husband ever put up with me.
On the other hand, I see the traits that plainly come from Dan, and it's like I'm falling in love with my husband all over again. The excitement that spreads across Harvey's face when he gets a new object into his hands, or how he calmly dusts himself off when he falls, it's like I can see a little mini danny crawling around in baby gap overalls.
But Harvey isn't just half of me and half of Dan like some disgustingly sweet New York cookie. He's his own thing, a whole new person, unique and perfect and wholer than the two halves that made him. And whether or not I had anything to do with it, he's turning out to be a pretty cool guy.