The man rocked his swaddled baby back and forth in his exhausted arms, while the baby stared up at him with two bright eyes as a curious observer. The baby had no intention of going to sleep but he enjoyed being rocked and was willing to allow his father to continue as long as he wanted. His daddy dimmed the lights with one hand and then turned down the volume of the tv. He rocked and bounced and bounced and rocked until the baby’s eyes began to slowly close.
Suddenly, the infant was asleep.
“Success,” he whispered to his wife and mother of the boy.
“Piece of cake, really,” he said with a wink. “I’ll be back in a jif.”
He carried the bundle into the nursery and gently lowered him into his crib. As soon as the baby’s back hit the mattress, his eyes flew open in confusion. He never meant to fall asleep. Fat tears spilled from his eyes and ran down both sides of his face as he cried.
Meanwhile, back on the couch his mother heard the refreshed cries and picked up the monitor. It sat on a pillow next to her, like a prize pet with a seat of its own. She flicked the screen, bringing it to life. A man stood next to the crib, diligently rocking and bouncing the crying baby again. The two did this dance every night, each trying to wear the other out until one dropped to sleep. Fortunately, it was always same diapered, swaddled one who gave in first. She laughed and turned off the monitor to wait.
A few minutes later, her husband emerged shaking his head. He pulled the door shut with a click and tiptoed back to his wife.
“Tough little guy.”
He flopped down on the couch, letting himself sink down into the cushions knowing that he would do it all over again tomorrow. I get to do it again, I don’t have to do it, he thought. He was a perpetual optimist even on his worst day.
“Listen,” he whispered. “Did you just hear that?” he asked cupping his ear towards the nursery.
“No, I didn’t hear anything,” his wife replied in alarm and reached for the monitor again.
“Exactly… silence. Like I said, piece of cake.”