When I had my 1st born 30yrs ago. I'd never felt so depressed. Sometimes I'd just stare at him, feeling sorry he had me as a mother. I wasn't really aware that my childhood had been abusive, neglectful. It was just what it was. I knew something was wrong but couldn't bring it to mind.
But, something inside me had ideas of what experiences I wanted for my son. I wanted him to be looked at as I fed him - adoptive mother propped me up and seldom held me - I wanted him to feel a tender kiss on his cheek as I put him down to sleep - adoptive mother never held nor kissed me - I wanted him to feel he mattered, he belonged. I felt all this alongside feeling the worst depression ever.

Is only years later as I explored my past in therapy that all the pieces fit. Somewhere inside me, I knew what I'd missed and I didn't want my son to suffer.
I guess if I'd had to do it as homework it would have felt to contrived. If I'd had to think to much about it.
I guess, I was lucky, I'm a great creater in my mind. I created without knowing what it was my son needed.
Perhaps, just go with the little things like looking into your child's eyes and see where that takes you.