If you were to ask my siblings what they remember most about our son Benjamin’s first year of life, their unanimous answer would be his crying. In fact, Ben’s crying was so ever-present that my sister wrote the following ditty, which she would sing as she walked him around the house, trying to calm him:
My name is Benjamin and I like to cry
No one knows why
not even I
My name is Benjamin, my eyes are never dry
OK that’s a lie
but I do like to cry.
