Das erste Jahr Babybuddha jetzt auf:
Sometimes we develop fantasies about our baby’s future, indulge them, not for too long (and a little guiltily). There’s not much concrete detail in them, more a feeling of how he may develop, a hovering sense of that part of his future world which we will get to know, and the part that extends far beyond our time. These reveries are mostly a kind rapture (prompted by an ecstatic response: to a touch that was intended for us, a sound that names us, a glance that seeks to penetrate us). And so we practice a benevolent betrayal of the present. A weak footing in the present, which we forgive ourselves, which we neither cultivate nor condemn. It passes. And soon we return to the vanished future.