My baby has developed a new talent. Blowing bubbles. And he is proud of the fact that he can blow spit bubbles. You wanna know what else he is proud of? His body. He gets so excited moving it, getting his fingers up to his mouth, standing, making sounds. Put him in front of a mirror, and his chest puffs up with pride. While experts may say that babies get so excited looking at the mirror because they think it's another person, I disagree. I've had 3 children, and they never got as excited looking at any other baby as they did looking at themselves in the mirror. Seeing another child may garner a stare, but when they see themselves, they light up. Puff up the chest and laugh in delight.
Delight. Delight even if there are rolls on those legs, slobber down the chest, and a complete inability to keep their head erect.
That's something we all love about babies. They are exploring a new world and a new body, and rather than do so tentatively, comparing themselves to everyone else, they embrace themselves and the world. They are proud of that body! Bring on the rolls on the legs! Look at me slobber! Wow, I have a head!
I need to be more delighted with my body. Delighted that I have a body. I may not quite be able to do everything what I want with it, but neither can my baby. So yesterday as I huddled under a blanket in the cold watching a soccer game, I thought about how awesome it was I could feel coldness, and thought about what exactly that felt like.
Okay, I didn't... but I will next time.
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