Infants. Inexplicable crying squidges with no personality. You can't interact with them, communicate to them, except to feed them, put them to sleep and change their diaper. If this were the be all and end all of motherhood, oh how dreary motherhood would be! Days of endless feeding are followed by nights of endless feeding. And then the day comes again... and with it, endless feeding once again.
But thank GOD that infants eventually (and rather quickly) grow to become toddlers - mini humans with personality, wit and intelligence. Actual people who can mimic you, respond with words, laugh, run, play and hug.
Right now, Benjamin is just another mouth to feed. I spend most of my time with him. Yet I do not know him at all. For he has no character. No personality. Or at least, none that has been presently revealed. Spending so much time with someone like that can be rather dull. You end up talking to yourself a lot. Or, you pretend to be Benjamin and have a conversation between "Benjamin" (you) and you (you).
I cannot wait for Benjamin to grow up. I want to see what kind of person he's like. Whether he'll be like his brother - loud, friendly, cheeky, smiley, big appetite, funny. Or whether he'll be the opposite - quiet, shy, demure, serious, eating like a bird, dead pan. It is so hard to tell now. After all, for the first 6 months of Daniel's life, he deceived us into thinking he was the quiet non-smiley sort. Look at him now.
Well, I suppose I have no choice but to wait. In the meantime, it's back to feeding this mouth called Ben. ...