Monday, May 13, 2013

The Best

Babies are the best.

I was shopping away in Target, buying up soda in multi-packs like a boss because they were on sale for like under five dollars, which is ridiculous but there it is.

I looked over and there was a young mama pushing her cart and holding a teeny baby over her shoulder.

The baby seemed to be looking at me.

What a beautiful baby, I said.

He was a beautiful baby.  He was little and pink, fuzzy on top, bright and shiny and trying to lift his head off of his mom's shoulder with all of his teeny tiny might.  He was dressed in only a onesie, that wonderful piece of baby clothing that every mom has hundreds of but somehow when your kids are babies you never have enough of them.

Thanks, she smiled.  He was hot, and was screaming in his seat so I just took him out of it.  And now, look, he's fine.

How old is he?  I asked.  Just three weeks, she replied.

I smiled back at her.  He's perfect, I said.

She thanked me and I walked on through the store.  I remembered when our kids were babies.  None of the sleeplessness or frustrating unknowns that fill most days as a new parent came to the surface.  Only the memories of the warmth and weight of a little sleeping body, the simple acts of feeding, bathing, dressing, and holding those babies were in my mind.  In an instant, tears started to form in my eyes.  My throat tightened up a little. Those were such sweet years.

Babies are the best.



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9 comments:

  1. I know. My husband says, "You can have grandkids!"

    Job's comforter.

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    1. I think I'd have a hundred if they didn't make me so crazy. Or if being a parent were easier.

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  2. I sometimes miss baby days...sometimes not so much. Depends on the day...

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    1. I know exactly what you mean. I miss them when I see a stranger holding her sweet baby. And then I go home and am glad I don't have to change diapers.

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  3. I miss the cuddling. My kids loved to cuddle. And those rolls around their arms and legs. Although the constant smell around me of sour milk and pee wasn't great, it would be fun to go back just for a little bit to have them in a onesie (with a spit up stain down the front because they all had that)

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    1. I always worried about the stains. I wish I could go back to myself as a young mom and say "Look at these stains! Who cares! You've got a whole drawer full of onesies!" And then I'd snuggle her screaming baby (my daughter especially liked to scream in the afternoons) and tell her to go take a nap.

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  4. Awww this post gives me serious baby fever :) Maybe one day!

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