Sometimes I feel like a very good, very on top of it Mother and then I realize that it’s mostly that I have Amazon Prime. Joe’s milestones get left in boxes on our front step. I get confirmation emails that his Sleep and Growth have Shipped. When he sits up, it’s not just his forming core strength, he’s propped up against all of my Previous and Recurring Orders. At night I tuck him into a padded envelope, kiss his return slip, and wait outside his door, finger hovered over Add to Cart, Buy Again. Someday when he goes to school, he will enter through its Cardboard doors, and scan the walls for a Search bar. I will ship him his lunch, which will be a single packet of raisins, drowning in another, giant Box.