Saturday Morning With Jack Tame

It’s less than a month to my son’s first birthday and whenever anyone asks me about my experience of becoming a father, I feel like I have nothing new to offer tens of thousands of years of established observations and discourse.   “I just feel,” I say.   “Like all the cliches are true. The intensity of the love. The joy. The exhaustion. It’s all true!”   But one of the things I’ve come to appreciate more is the difference between theory versus experience. There’s stuff I knew about parenting. I understood the theory. But it has taken experiencing it to properly get it, to appreciate it in my marrow.   Case in point: newborn babies almost never look very good. They’re always a bit squished or alien, a bit like a bald marsupial. And yet, when you’re a new parent, you’re sure that your baby is different. Perfect and symmetrical and gorgeous in every way.   I knew this before we had our son. I had observed the phenomenon in close friends. And yet when our boy arrived, I was convinced. &n