I have been watching my little one. I see in her much of her Daddy. Like him she is a little ham. But being enjoyed for her haminess is not a place of comfort for her. The attention drawn to her little person un-nerves her and embarrasses her. He is a deliberate ham, she an accidental one. I am left again wondering at this place, this very public forum for celebrating and confessing the highs and lows of motherhood is good for my little one. Is it really good for me?