Energy, Babies, Birthdays, The Middle and 40 things I've Lived Through
I love babies. I love their new baby smell, their little bodies, their cries, the peace that fills your soul when you hold them, their little eyes, the way they grip your thumb with their teeny weeny hands. Even when they cry I love soothing them and assuring them that everything will be just fine. I almost considered being a volunteer at the Hospital to rock the babies in some ward that needed it but then overthought it when my mind got away from me and found itself in that "What if I get attached to one and I come back one day and the baby is no longer there not because the baby got well but because the baby didn't?" There are things I have known about myself for many decades and one is that my heart simply cannot handle that. In an instant I saved myself from the imagined heartbreak all the while robbing myself from the delight that rocking those babies would have brought me. I am all kinds of complex and I made peace with that a very long time ago. I love babi