Memories...

Memories of our childhood shape who we become. I think that is part of the reason raising a child seems like such a daunting task. No parent is perfect, and I am not certainly the first one that's going to try, but I am very aware of the importance of memories and what they can do to transform an innocent child into a productive or disfunctional adult. I think Henry's going to have some amazing memories...just.like.his.daddy!!!!

On another note, I think it's also important for new families with small children to identify who they are as a family. Since having Henry, I have received countless pieces of advice from well meaning individuals on how to raise my son. Being a first born myself, we inherently strive to please those people around us and rely on their validation to gauge how we are doing. Yes, this probably sounds like a bunch of pyschological mumbo jumbo, but I strongly believe in the value of the core family unit. I have studied it signficantly in my day, and look to apply some of those techniques to my own life.

So to all those well wishers, thanks for the advice, truely, but when I need it, I'll ask:)!