There are things you can't have without a child of your own. Or things you can rarely have.
On the one hand, you rarely have someone start yelling and crying and insistently babbling the only words they know over and over at 4:20 am until you get up and go bring them a snack.
On the other hand, this morning she snuggled on my lap eating a little cereal, feeding me the occassional piece, and generally getting warmer and cozier and heavier and softer. Just quiet and sweet. And when the cereal was all done, I cuddled her and cradled her and carried her up the stairs and she smiled so sweetly and dove back in to her crib and huddled down in child's pose.
She's getting older, and I won't have too many more of these moments.
It's one thing I have thought about over time. What a sensual experience it is, taking care of a baby. They are so touchable. You want to touch and hold them. Their skin is smooth and soft. They smell good. Their hair is like delicate silk. They want to be kissed and hugged and tickled and wrestled. *hugs the Rice Barbarian tight*
On the one hand, you rarely have someone start yelling and crying and insistently babbling the only words they know over and over at 4:20 am until you get up and go bring them a snack.
On the other hand, this morning she snuggled on my lap eating a little cereal, feeding me the occassional piece, and generally getting warmer and cozier and heavier and softer. Just quiet and sweet. And when the cereal was all done, I cuddled her and cradled her and carried her up the stairs and she smiled so sweetly and dove back in to her crib and huddled down in child's pose.
She's getting older, and I won't have too many more of these moments.
It's one thing I have thought about over time. What a sensual experience it is, taking care of a baby. They are so touchable. You want to touch and hold them. Their skin is smooth and soft. They smell good. Their hair is like delicate silk. They want to be kissed and hugged and tickled and wrestled. *hugs the Rice Barbarian tight*
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Date: 2008-02-06 11:58 am (UTC)thank you for those images and feelings and smells.
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Date: 2008-02-06 07:46 pm (UTC)I'm not a mommy, I'm an auntie (even though they're not allowed to call me that :-) ) but they like me a lot and I've had those moments of a sweet baby who just wants to cuddle with you and fall asleep warm and safe.
Aaawww...
now I'm gonna cry a bit, and then find some porn to counteract the effect.
:-D