I check my reflection.. Maybe there’s something on my face–Wait, they wouldn’t know the difference!
I’ve noticed this since I was a teenager. I’ll pass a baby by at church or at a store, and they’re always watching… Their eyes are saying “Hey lady, pay attention… I’ve got somethin’ to tell ya!” But they never tell me what it is.
At church sometimes it’s like they’re yelling to get my attention.
I told my husband when we got married that all babies like me. That’s how it seems… No joke. Maybe that’s why I was so good at handling a class of infants at 17. Or a quite obedient class of six one-year-olds. Or worse… 20 two-year-olds with only the help of a lone assistant. I’ve changed more diapers in my short life than plenty of new moms (20 diapers every 2 hours adds up). But most of the time I’ve felt a natural connection to these wide-eyed wonders.
And it’s not just the tiny ones, it feels the same way with young kids. I’m not sure what it is, but I just love the cute admirable look they sometimes give me. It’ll often give me chills and it always makes me smile.
I can only imagine how those sweet looks will make me feel when it’s my own little “mini us” smiling back at me.