My friend Leslie Harpold died a few days ago.
When she heard about the baby, Leslie sent us a care package because she thought an email wouldn’t be enough of a celebration. It contained:
-Punk Rock Baby and Hip Hop Baby, lullaby versions of punk rock and hip hop classics
-Two bibs, one that reads, “Notorious B.I.B.” and another that says, “Mutha Sucka”
-A onsie that says “Mama ain’t rasin’ no fool.”
-And mittens to keep the baby from scratching. One says “LOVE,” the other “HATE.”
Those mittens, especially, made me feel like a mom for the first time. They got me thinking about tough little baby hands.
Years ago, I wrote a quote on our hallway chalkboard that said, “What you are thinking about is what you are becoming.” Leslie read it and cringed. “That’s hideous,” she said.
I wish you’d known Leslie. And if you did know her, wasnâ€™t she something?