Coming home- May 17, 2011
The other day when I went to pick up Charlotte at daycare the room was a little more unsettled than usual. The teachers had their hands full with several fussy babies. Charlotte was not one of them. I scooped her up from her crib and she gave me her normal gummy greeting with a big toothless smile.
I noticed the teachers could use another hand so I set her down and scooped up a wailing, round, fuzzy-headed cutie, that is Charlotte’s classmate. He stopped crying and snuggled in close. He was getting sleepy and just wanted out of the Exersaucer. I noticed he was heavier than my kid and had significantly more delicious baby chub.
Is there anything better than holding a baby? There’s a newborn down the street from us. We met her for the first time a couple of weeks ago. She was so tiny in her fuzzy footie pajamas! She made all those little newborn coos that are so sweet and lovely.
That day I helped the teachers move a few more little ones to cribs and high chairs. I admired the cuteness of all of them. When they were settled, I turned to find my patiently waiting baby.
My baby. I picked her up, and it felt like coming home.
Other babies are great. But, not this great.
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I agree. Babies are wonderful, but there is something special about your own. I love the visual of "coming home." Beautifully written post!
P.S. I found your blog a couple weeks ago (probably during a middle of the night nursing session) and love it! Your profile made me chuckle and nod in total agreement. I don't have a clue about this parenting thing but the hubs and I are sure enjoying the ride. Great to "meet" you Amy!
Have a great day!
-Rachel
Love! It is like home.
this is so sweet!!! I totally agree!
Nothing like scooping up a sweet little baby- especially your own