[ meandering ]
I wonder whether there is an actual biological basis for the visceral reaction many people have to babies. Now, I admit that the theory breaks down when you consider the number of people that profess to be impervious to kids, or even to dislike them. But many of us go all coochie-coo when there is a baby around. And I have been noticing (with a special interest as an oldest child myself) how people gravitate toward the youngest infant around. If there's a six year-old in the company, it is sure to be doted on, until a four year-old shows up and grabs the attention, who in turn can't hold a candle to a year-old starting to toddle around, but who has to play second fiddle when there's a three month-old baby around.
I guess it is related to our protective instincts in some way; we react to those who need us most.
[ family ] But that seems a rather mundane explanation for the deep, quiet joy I experience when I feel the soft warm weight of a little one | |
 | sleeping on me, or smell a little head at the crown. It is a feeling complete in and of itself. Which is my circumlocutious way to say that I enjoyed the lunch with the little one beyond measure, as I did the extended tag-team hide-and-seek and olympic tickle-wresting match with my 3.5 yo niece later in the afternoon. |
