... Growing on Me

It all started with a smile. Her smile. Her first smile.

One morning as I hobbled out of my bed in my usual groggy state, I was dreading to start the routine. I felt like a life-support machine for babies. With each coming day I started to relate to a dry sponge being rung out for every ounce it had left to give. But being willing to press on, I approached the bassinet.

I lifted my gaze from her cotton sleep sack to the sun's glimmer in her eyes. "Good morning," I whispered, as my brain slowly registered her expression. She was smiling!

From my head down to my toes rushed an excited warmth as I bolted to embrace her. She could have asked for anything, anything in the world, and I would have given it to her. Thankfully, all she wanted was breakfast.

It didn't matter to me if her smile wasn't a social smile. If this was the look she was going to be giving me every time she laid a number 2 in that diaper, I would lovingly ignore the aroma.

BabyK smiles a lot these days. Each time my heart is filled in a way I've never experienced before. Suddenly, I find myself starting to enjoy motherhood.

Having another child now doesn't seem like such a self-destructive idea, and that, my friends, is how these babies spread their contagious baby fever. If their big gummy smiles aren't enough to break you, those goofy giggles will.

What gets your little one smiling?

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Psalm 113:9

"He settles the childless woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the LORD."