This afternoon, at my neighbour's, her younger son and his fiance and three-week-old son arrived. I held the baby, and my neighbour photoed me with the wain.
Apart from holding my brother, whenever I was ten, I never held a baby before. That symbol of new life reminds me of the need to take responsibility. Hope is another symbol of that Adulting.
It was hard going, being with my brother, but I got through.
