I do everything for our little miss (who still doesn't have a code name, work on that please Flan). And if I'm not doing it for her, someone else is. We've spent a lot of time with extended family over the past month, and there have been many helping hands and hearts willing to cuddle our sweetheart so that my hands can be employed elsewhere. I spent an equal amount time watching my baby be cared for by those who love her. She has been fed, snuggled, changed, bathed, soothed, and played with by grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings, great aunts, great uncles, and dear friends. She has been given attention and love in so many different forms, and by extension of that, so have I.
This morning as I snuggled her close and propped up her bottle so she could get her fill, I thought of her helplessness. She depends on others for everything she needs.
What most people don't realize is that babies are some of the least selfish creatures you'll ever meet.
That may sound odd, but hear me out. Sure, she is in constant need. She can't take care of most of her basic functions (and that isn't going to change anytime soon, if she follows her siblings' examples).
But what she does is give us everything she has without hesitation.
A smile, a coo, a giggle. A snuggle, a cuddle, a reason to laugh. A chance to pause, a peaceful moment in the quiet hours, a lullaby that soothes us both. Her patience when she has to wait, her gratitude when she is filled, her trust that we will take care of her needs. She is our wake-up call, our divine reminder, our greatest joy.
And although there are so many things we do for her, there is no doubt in my mind.
She does more for us.
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