On Babies

I don’t know why but I have this great fancy for babies.  I see them smile and my heart just melts.  I hear them giggle and I’m brought to a laugh too.  Even when I see them cry, I still find them cute.  Now, I wonder why.  Why are babies just adorable?  Why are they so hard to resist?

Is it the innocence in them that makes you feel that your in the midst of cherubs?  You know, the baby angels… Or the curiosity in them that makes them too adorable?  I bet you can picture that, big round eyes and there oohs and aahs that make you smile at them. Whichever it is, babies are babies and I just love them, who won’t, right?  

[And I ask myself if I were cute too when I was a baby... I was, i guess.  Haha! Scan through your photo albums and have a look-see, I bet you were cute too.]

Just a week or so ago, relatives from the metro came to our place for a visit.  Cousins, grandmother and my six-month old nephew.  I met him for the first time since he was born and when I carried him up (since nobody wanted to at that time), he stopped crying, we became friends in an instant.  There was a connection between him and me.  My touch, most probably, made him feel that somebody is there for him.  Sweet.

I became the aunt-in-shining-armor.  By that time, he knew that he could trust me.  Trust me enough that he would want to be with me all the time.  You got it, I became his baby-sitter.  No problem with that because as I’ve said earlier, I love babies.  And I also love to babysit, blame that on me not having a younger brother nor sister.  Every time I see babies, I just want to care for them.

I babysat my nephew for most of the time they were in our place. And I enjoyed every moment I spent with him, good thing my family is going to spend the holidays with them in the metro, I’ll babysit him again.  Although I enjoyed it I still wonder how it could be that the simple task of just carrying him in my arms makes me sweat like I were in football practice.  I tell you, babysitting is no easy job and I salute all babysitters out there.

Going back to babies and why they are just too cute.  I really don’t know why but I thank God that they are.  Although they, especially my nephew, are tiring to care for, the tiredness fades away when he smiles at me, as if saying, “thank you for taking care of me, Auntie.  I love you.”