It’s the middle of the night and the baby is crying.
I am a new father and my mind is filled with ideal images of parenthood. I want very much to do the right thing, to share the obligations of parenting with my wife, to take my fair turn by responding to the need at hand, and so I throw back the covers, crawl out of bed in the darkness, and find my way across the room to the crib, all the while considering myself to be a good father, maybe even exceptional.
It’s somewhere around 3:00 o’clock in the morning. I am in graduate school....
