Babymania

So. I’m in love with a girl. She’s about 4 weeks old now, and I can’t stop staring and singing to her. Has this happened to you?

I went up to visit Best Friend and new baby, and it was a TOTAL. personal. revelation. I should stop and mention here that I’ve never been much of a baby person. Pregnancy is hard for me to get into, and  I have not been the kind of woman who always assumed I would bear kids. I didn’t grow up around little kids, and I never babysat. There ’s only been one other time I was around a newborn, and while it was amazing, exhausting, awesome, wonderful and stressful, I don’t really see that little boy anymore, even though I miss him.

So, back to the baby girl.

The things she sees, the way she moves, even the simplest things, like being patted on the back! It’s a reverie and blast from the past that positively drowns the senses; after all, I was that same exact baby at one time. I don’t remember seeing the world through new eyes, fuzzy from about 1.5 ft away onward, farting, burping, pooping, eating, changing the tone and preoccupation of an entire room of adult humans with a single, gummy grin.

Seeing something so startling, so unnamed, so bright and awesome in its size, I just gazed, TRULY GAZED at it for the shock that it brings.

And she loves it when I sing. There’s only one song she didn’t like, and it was “Wake up, little Susie”. Okay, I can live with being the Singing Auntie Promise. I really can.

I stayed at my Best Friend’s for a week. And she’s handling things in the most amazing, TRULY amazing manner. The patience, the laughter, the ease in which motherhood has come to my friend, my sister, my soulmate of 16 years, truly brought joyous tears and a choking feeling to my heart. I gasp from the happiness this journey has brought to her, and by proxie, to me. I know the road isn’t smooth and perfect, and there will be less beautiful snapshots, but you can’t get closer to Promise than through her best friend, so this whole thing? It just shakes my head, let me tell you.

Babies, man. Who knew.

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