I took some video of Daniel in the tub last night. I couldn’t help it. He is just so animated in there — splashing, laughing, screeching, and playing. He loves his bath.
His brothers, however, were righteously protective of his dignity.
“How could you do that to him?” they wanted to know.
Many mothers do not know this, but apparently, for the sake of decency, there should be no naked baby videos. Not even if a certain little someone has a certain little birthmark on a certain little part of his body that is normally covered up by his diaper. Not even if the certain little birthmark is unbelievably cute. That was none of my business, Daniel’s brothers told me. And it certainly wasn’t going to be the business of future generations or girlfriends who might see this video.
So I stopped taping. But Danny played on. What struck me about his playing was that even if he takes a bath every single night before bed, even if it’s always the same tub, the same bubbles, and the same toys, he never gets bored or complains. To him, it’s always new. Every bath is the best ever bath. The best ever. And he plays his little heart out in there.
Please God, teach me to do the same.