I just wanted to say that.
So after taking a bloggy sabbatical for, well, a really long time, I'm catching up on the cyber world. Lemme tell ya - high, concentrated doses of bloggy reading does things to you.
I've come to the following conclusions:
Apparently I need an "about me" and "best of" page
Apparently I need to renovate something in my house
Apparently I need to take more pictures of my outfits
Apparently I need to take more pictures of everything I eat
Apparently I need to take more pictures
Apparently I need to put more buttons on my blog
Apparently I need to join Twitter
But more than anything, I was struck with the "oh, gosh, I love my sweetperfectcutestbabyonearth because he's just AMAZING" trend. Because he slept through the night from the minute he left the uterus, because she was perfect on the plane from LA to New York, because he smiles and coos at appropriate times, because she could do compound math before her first tooth arrived.
The skeptic in me laughs until unattractive noises spew out of me.
Do these parents really think that you can possibly love your baby BECAUSE OF anything? What if your baby had the ability to shoot yellow poo up to distances of three feet every time you changed his diaper? What if the mere sight of a car seat left your baby struggling and kicking and wailing until your heart wanted to break? What if your baby screamed at bat frequencies every time you set him down? What if you had a baby that only napped in twenty minute intervals?
Not that MY children fit any of those qualifications ....
I promise you that you would still love your baby - of course you would. I do.
So I want to say to these moms - I'm so glad you have such a sweetperfectcutestbabyonearth. You are lucky. You are blessed. But you do not love your child because of their perfection.
You love your child because you are their mother.