Why I Love Little Kids

 Because they remind me to lighten the fuck up and smell the roses.

You see a baby in a stroller, cooing and gurgling, having a grand old time in the moment needing so little for their amusement, like playing with their feet.  Who needs a mobile when your tootsies are available.

Babies are happy…content, committed to self-care.  Napping when needed, having mini meals throughout the day.

They are also good-natured, never minding being changed even in public, grinning as if to say, “Yeah, was feelin a little damp there, so good goin.”

Have you ever noticed how easily babies make friends? It’s as if they’re running for office, collecting votes.   

I always stop sidling up to a carriage, peeking inside.  Yesterday I met Saul in just his Pampers, very Gandhiesque, his bald head matching his diaper.

I guess when you come right down to it, all babies look and act like Mr. Gandhi in his loin cloth chanting, be the change you want to see, or at least, make sure you get changed so you don’t offend anybody.

They’re tiny teachers, simple souls not yet tainted by life’s twists and turns, happy just to be, growing quickly like wise, little weeds.

Next time I see Saul, he’ll be sitting up looking out slapping his knee thinking, to think I missed all this snoozing.

He’ll then graduate from his bottle to a plastic baggie of Cherios he’ll munch while cheerfully studying the scenery.

He’ll remind me to HALT, a 12 Step (and baby) acronym that asks…are you…hungry, angry, lonely or tired?

That’s when I’ll know it’s time for either a nap, a walk in nature or my very own bag of Cherios, and a good laugh.      

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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21 Responses to Why I Love Little Kids

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    My Pookie-Pie loves babies too. I’m a sucker for the 3-6 year olds. I could play and talk with them all day. I just love their imaginations. And then … they all grow up to be teenagers, ha ha!

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    • You can’t help wondering what they’re thinking. Remember the movie, Look Who’s Talking, with John Trovolta and Kirstie Ally? I thought that was so clever because, they are thinking something after all, even if it’s in a foreign language.

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  2. First of all, a bald baby named Saul would have to come home with me.
    It’s so true, babies, their innocence, the complete lack of judgment or their bald heads with droll bring smiles wherever they go.

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  3. I always wish I would have enjoyed those years (when I was a baby) more. I was always kicking to get to the next chapter as if it would contain a Gone with the Wind ball. Today I’d just love to not worry about stuff, have someone feed me and stroll me down the street. Maybe in a few years I’ll be back in that place! 🙂

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  4. Babies are great at making you smile. I love seeing pictures of my little nieces and nephews as they grow up and discover things.

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  5. I love your observations.

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  6. So true. My youngest just turned four and I have been so nostalgic about the baby stage these last few weeks.

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