Hard to take. Photo: Quentin Jones
If you've ever had a smartphone pushed in your face by a parent scrolling through pictures of their child on a jumping castle, you'd know it can be as interesting as Kevin Rudd's concession speech with the volume turned down.
The generosity of digital photography means we are now treated to frame by frame variations of junior eating a slice of cake, where only the breathless parent and a clay animator can spot the difference between shot one and 26.
If you're a parent with a modicum of self-awareness, you probably limit the frequency and duration with which you impose kiddie pics on people other than immediate relatives.
However, even grandmas and uncles have a threshold of tolerance for slideshows of your sweetpea because, let's face it, the only individual even remotely as fascinated by your child is the other person who contributed their DNA.
Being able to talk to your husband, wife or partner about how wonderful your offspring is, is one of life's perfectly harmless, endlessly joyous indulgences, yet many parents take it for granted until the opportunity is removed.
A friend of mine who recently went through an ugly divorce is enduring the nightmare parenting arrangement of her bitter husband planting the kids on his front step for picks-ups.
He refuses to partake in any form of communication with her, even on issues solely concerning the children's welfare. He certainly won't discuss how beautiful their son's eyes are or the cute way his daughter taps her bottom lip in concentration when choosing an ice cream.
My friend doesn't mourn the relationship but says she desperately misses having someone to share those observations, anecdotes and silly photographs.
"Talking about it with other parents, even my mum and dad, it's just not the same. No one else gets your children quite like their father," she says.
Having experienced a separation, I know the one subject my ex and I are never at risk of disagreeing about is our daughter's intelligence, kindness, good-manners, gentle nature, sense of humour, ridiculous dancing, gorgeous smile ... you know, the list goes on.
Neither of us tires of sharing photographs and stories about our delicious child because we thankfully understand we're the only two people on the planet who'll never get bored of it.
Despite all the other conflict and static we've experienced, we've managed to keep this one commonality sacrosanct and I daresay it brings my ex as much wonder and joy as it does me.
As most parents know, child-rearing can be an enormously time-consuming, at times exhausting responsibility and even the best marriages and relationships can find reasons to argue about trivialities.
Occasionally there's resentment or hostility about differing attitudes and styles of parenting that can cloud even the enjoyment of having produced a wonderful little person.
Wherever this is the case, it's my sincere hope parents fight to keep at least this one above-mentioned channel of communication open with each other.
There's just something ancient and magnificent being able to laugh about your kid's poop, running style or superhero impersonation with the other person who created them.
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