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︎︎︎ February 15th, 2024 ︎︎︎
February 15th, 2023
R(oby) A(ppreciation) P(ost)




The difference between the love of a partner and the love of a child is profound. I love Abby, I should expect the audience of this blog understands that. I write about it all the time. But my love for Roby is almost agonizing. She is so perfect, so beyond critique or distaste of any kind. She is resplendent perfection.

Her and Abby were away today, visiting the city for accupuncture and to see a few friends. So I was alone to walk the dogs and prepare myself food. I prepare myself food all the time, but eating without having to juggle Roby with Abby, trading off between bites of soup just feels so hollow. Like pumping in some fuel.

While I was walking the dogs today, the first time I’ve done it without Roby strapped to my chest and making silly sounds in something like a month, I was just so overwhelmed by my love for her, it was a spiritual experience. Parents say that sort of thing all the time, it’s in movies, but the reality of it is far nicer than any film I’ve ever seen, obviously. 

Roby can do no wrong. She is utterly beyond sin. Incapable of deceit or dishonesty she is purely herself, truly honest, unflaggingly communicative and always earnestly so. Roby has never, ever, done anything but her best. She is incapable of it, as are all children. But Roby the most so, obviously, since she is the most perfect of any child to ever enter the world, apart perhaps from one a few thousand years ago. 

I oscillate between two feelings when I’m with her, priveledge and responsibility. 

To be in Roby’s presence is to be in the presence of the literally divine. It’s pretty unreal, I feel so blessed, that I’ve been granted such a priveledge to witness a being of such purity and goodness, and that I get to witness her growth and becoming. 

Then I’m reminded of the fact that it’s my responsbility to not screw that up. I really must be at my best at all times for her because that’s what she deserves.

I wouldn’t say I feel overwhelmed by that responsibility. Mostly it feels good, but it is a very large feeling. It’s not something I can easily look away from. It’s big.

In many ways I think we all might benefit from viewing ourselves that way. I was listening to blindboy for the first time in a while and he pointed out something that I’ve heared pointed out several times before, but it is still important. When you are down on yourself in your head, try to imagine you’re doing so to a stranger. I can almost gurantee you would never be as cruel to a stranger as you are to yourself.

What if we pushed that further, what if we were all as in awe and in love with and kind to ourselves as we are to children. We were all children, we are all children. 

We might not be as perfect as Roby,
but who is?



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