Karma

On the second to last day of the project I was waiting at the Indian hill train stop with some friends and Reese was in his carrier on the bench. A lady coming up the stairs walked up to where I was standing, then stopped, she took a look at the baby and then said “Thank God I thought you had a little baby. Then she walked away. Then all my friends began to laugh. But at this point I am use to this reaction from people. On the train it was no different. Even people who had seen me the day before still stared and whispered as I walked by.
Juggling a baby with a sports bag and a school bag is very difficult, especially when you’re trying to catch a train. When the baby starts crying it completely ruins the flow of things. I honestly believe that Reese was just impossible. He was fussy most of the time, and he just cried, even after I had done everything I was supposes to do. Also he eats a lot for the first two days that I had him his crying was manageable but after that it just would get louder and his crying became more frequent. My mother thought it was hilarious.
I asked my mom why she thought me taking care of a baby was hilarious, especially when it cried. She said Karma. I was confused at first but then she explained that when I was a child I cried a lot and kept her up countless night, and now I was finally getting to see what it was like and how it would be.