I have always LOVED babies. I remember being about 10 and begging to help take care of them in the nursery at the little church our family was attending. It was a little young – but if there was an adult there, usually they would let me help from time to time. I have always loved how babies smell – like powder and sweetness. And how I could rock them and stop their crying. There was a precious baby boy named Nathan that I was in love with. Big brown eyes and curly dark hair. He would look for me on Sunday morning and I couldn’t wait to hold him. It’s amazing to me to think that this ‘baby’ that I cuddled and rocked is now about 40 years old! Ugh.
The ‘baby’ phase disappeared over time and as I grew up I developed new interests and became busy. I married young and wasn’t ready to even to consider having babies of my own – until we had been married about 5 years. We had been married 6 years when baby Ashlee was born – and then 4 years later – our baby Shawn was born. They were quite enough baby for me – there’s nothing quite like your own child in your arms.
But children and babies have always liked me. I smile and pay attention to them – and children LOVE that. I think that’s why I have always had success teaching young children – because I genuinely like them – and they can tell!
The other day I was waiting for my appointment at the Chiropractor’s office. There was a nice young couple there with a baby, one year old – complete with a cute little dress, shoes and braids in her hair. She was sitting on the lap of her father, and she spotted me and I smiled at her. She was one of those really pretty babies with the big eyes. She squirmed and tried to get away from her father. He held her fast, even when she struggled and tried to go. After a while he handed her to her mother and she tried in vain to distract the child and stop her from whining and wanting to get away. Finally they could not detain her anymore and let her carefully walk around the coffee table, all the time staring right at me – in an attempt to come over to me. She would not be dissuaded – but kept coming until she had finally reached me and then, would you believe it, she actually crawled up into my lap?! I’ve never witnessed anything like it before! She was not shy at all – but kept looking at me and wanting to be held. She even put her little head on my chest and did NOT want to be parted from me. It was really something. Her parents did not appear to speak much English – but clearly they were amazed too. I managed to find out the baby’s name and how old she was – before they called me for my appointment. Getting up I handed her to her mother and this was not received well at all – she fussed and cried! I was really amazed by this display of affection. I guess you’ll just have to call me a ‘baby magnet’. 🙂
But although I really like babies and children I can safely say, no more babies for me, thank you very much – but I will really enjoy being a Grandma someday – especially because I know that it will be okay – they seem to like me. And no I don’t think I like the word ‘Grandma’ – it sounds old – and I AM NOT! I think I prefer ‘MiMi’ instead 🙂
So bring on the babies – they can sit in my lap and I will coo and fuss over them. Just make sure you DON’T call me Grandma.