Friday, January 29, 2010

3 Secret Reasons We Love Babies

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What is it about babies and their effect on us?
Ever notice what happens to a room full of intelligent people when a baby enters. Suddenly old folks begin grinning. Women start smiling and talking in what they think is baby language and strong men melt at the slightest smile or eye contact. Even at funerals, the baby manages to invade on the solace of the moment, stirring some small gesture of a smile or memory of happier times.

1) Babies are cute! Well, most of them; if truth be told. We love the round, happy bundles of joy. Something about babies reminds us that everything was once perfect. After all, who remembers being a baby? Really? Nobody; but everyone is sure they once were one. Babies have little fingers, little toes, little noses and big cheeks. Who can resist…. Even more entertaining are all the little baby outfits inwhich women adorn them. Just more cute to be had.

2) Babies are helpless. There is nothing a baby can do to you. They are completely innocent. Babies can’t take over the world, lie to you, hurt you or even question your authority. Somewhere lurking in each and everyone of us is the need to protect or be god-like. With that said, we want to protect what is good and innocent for at least a little while. Babies remind us of our own helplessness even as adults. We miss the arms of protectors and a carefree existence from some great protector lurking to swoop in and save us from ourselves. Perhaps its just a simple matter of trust—babies don’t know any better. A babies smile is license to believe we are welcomed to protect its helpless state.

3) We are all narsacist! YES! I said it. We glare into babies eyes hoping that they can see our real spirits; hoping the baby can judge our intent rather than our actions. We hope that such innocence fresh from the other side will peer into our souls and smile. Of course, the baby is smiling because it knows how good I really am, the baby sees that I am special! I can tell you aren’t convinced yet; but you’re losing the logic battle now as you look back over the times a baby smiled at you. Babies don’t count as part of the cruel world we are forced to protect ourselves from. The baby wont give me a ticket or insist that I do something I don’t want to do…aside from messy diapers and silence. Even the chuckle of babies really reflect on ourselves. That sound of complete happiness we occasionally enjoyed we want back. The purity of the smile in those little eyes clean of the human stain are melodic.

1 comment:

Andrew Stanfield said...

With babies we can be our better self. No matter who we are, if we are kind to an infant that infant will love us. It judges us as we judge ourselves, on our potential, not on how others judge us, by our actions (just chock full of sayings this evening) and because of that, it has a tremendous amount of power. Good power at that.