When I grow up, I want to be like my baby. Here’s why…
1) She wakes up smiling from ear to ear every day, full of enthusiasm for life and eager to get started. I don’t think this has ever been true of her not-a-morning-person momma. But I wish it were.
2) She lives the old “early to bed, early to rise” adage. This is probably largely responsible for #1. I think we’d all be much happier, healthier people if we did the same. I know I would.
3) She knows that people are more important than things. When given a choice between playing with an object and playing with a person, she will nearly always favor the person. And when I try to “distract” her with an object, she quickly casts it aside and comes at me, with her whole self pleading, “But Momma, but Momma, I want YOU.” (And here I am “playing” with my favorite “toy” instead of her.)
4) She is quick to forgive. If one of her siblings hurts her, or if some other disappointment or set-back gets her down, it only takes a few seconds before she’s smiling from ear to ear again. She doesn’t sweat the small stuff.
5) She loves to play in the dirt. Imagine a world where everyone played (or worked) in the dirt every single day, if even for just a few minutes. There is something therapeutic about getting our hands in the dirt. Literally. My babe could do it (and eat it) all day.
6) She eats often, and she eats well. Wouldn’t it be great if we were as careful about the quality of our grown-up food as we are with the quality of what our babies eat? My baby eats mostly liquid gold. I know I don’t eat well enough or often enough. Hence, I’m Mrs. Grumpy-pants far more often than I should be.
7) She smiles at everyone, everywhere, virtually without exception. I think she could win-over even the most hardened grump with her charms. She is a constant source of light and love (and oxytocin, no doubt), bursting from her and spreading all around her. Oh to be like that!
I want to be like her.
(We won’t mention that she also tries to play in the toilet, cries loudly upon entering a vehicle, wishes she could eat the dog’s food, and poops on me regularly.) ;-)