At the risk of sounding like a total pervert, I would just like to say that I love baby bodies.
It is fantastically refreshing to see someone so in awe of their body like a baby is. I don't have a great relationship with my body. I hate it. I know I shouldn't and now I'm rethinking this mind-body attitude but I have always been at war with my body and I should undoubtedly respect it a lot more than I do. But Amara knows no such war...she only knows 'whoa, hands!' and 'hello voice lets see how loud we can squeal', and that faces are meant for smiling.
I take such delight in the tiny knees and shoulders, in the itsy bitsy toes and tender fingers. When I change her clothes or diaper, I obsess over her cute-as-buttons belly (and of course razz it until she can't take it anymore). I have always believed that the only time a person gets to be perfect is when they are a baby. Before life tears at you and leaves scars and blemishes, before you have the chance to develop attitudes and opinions and biases, before you learn hate or envy or despise or hurt. This is the only time in life when people are actually perfect.
I never thought having a child would inspire so many thoughts that I have never had before. Like how my life is much more valuable now than prebaby - I MUST live to be here for my child. There's the total fascination that a woman's body can assist God in giving life. And a better understanding of my parents. Or why people with children have laugh lines (and grey hairs). But today, I am most amazed at the baby body and how wonderful and magnificent it is. And I will continue to razz and kiss, even the slobbery parts. Yes, yes I know EW. But somehow slobber doesn't bother you as much when it's your kid...or boogers. I often surprise myself by plucking out a booger here and there like it's no big deal.
By the way, WOW is mom upside-down. Wow!!
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