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When I give her food, it's this strange feeling of providing nourishment. She needs me to do that for her. I feel powerful, like I'm important. When I give her a bottle, It's just, you know, fill 'er up so she stops crying. No, not that extreme, but there isn't a connection as I get when I'm shoveling rice cereal into her mouth, or when she's munching on a stick of root vegetable. Basically, it's just different. As hard as I want her to say as a little baby forever, for a number of reasons, I can't change it.
So the little girl is graduating to solid foods at a rapid pace and it's a little scary. If I'm scared about her eating food, how am I going to react when she goes to preschool, or kindergarten, or even a daycare sometime. It's enough to drive a loving dad crazy. The reality is that if I want to make more money with a better job, she'll probably need to be in daycare. So, I'm not getting a new job so I can be a daddy more. I'll eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches so she can have the best, and have her daddy holding her.
Alright, so that's it. She's starting to wake up now, she's happily cooing into the monitor right now, so I gotta go get her. What a cutie.
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