“No one measured the number of hours spent holding your baby in the first year of life versus the remaining years, the dramatic dissipation of intimacy- the sensual familiarity of nursing, holding, comforting- as children pass from infancy and toodlerhood to the teens. You lived in the same house, but the intimacy was gone, replaced by aloofness, with splashes of annoyance. Like an addiction, you could go for years without it, but you never forgot it, never stopped missing it, and when you got a dab of it, like now, you craved it more and wanted to gorge on it.”