A face only a mother could love…
When my oldest, Ethan, was born, I thought he was absolutely beautiful. However, I was aware of the precious bias that God places in the hearts of mothers, which leads them to view their child The Most Beautiful Child In All of the World. So, when people would compliment me on his little self (as if I were deserving of credit), I would deflect their words, thinking, “They must be saying that just to be nice.” However, when I look back on his baby pictures, he really was beautiful. He was seriously a perfect little Gerber baby.
When Fiala was born, about five weeks ago, I honestly didn’t think she was that cute. She looked rather boyish, actually. People keep telling me that she is beautiful, but inside, I was thinking, “Umm… Not so sure about that.” My weirdest-looking baby, Grant, has matured into quite the handsome little 9yo boy. So, I know that baby faces change, of course, and it’s not like I was despondent over her face in the first place; I just didn’t think she was all that cute.
Now, though, I am smitten with her little face. I still cry if I think about it; she is so lovely to me. She has huge blue eyes, chubby cheeks, little rosebud lips, perfect little round head, and the hugest, sweetest smiles. She squinches her nose when she smiles… Audrey piped up, “Like a bunny!” yesterday, about Fiala’s nose. We all laughed. Yes, like a bunny…
I don’t know if my ever-increasing love for her has changed my perspective, or if she has just “matured” into a more beautiful baby. I have no idea.
I don’t care if my babies are gorgeous or ugly; I love them the same… I just think how strange it is that I should have my mind changed so completely and so rapidly about my little baby’s face.
The only bummer is that she has a horrible case of baby acne. A neighbor (a man) was literally taken aback when looking at Fiala the other day. It is a little scary/sad. So, it’s all the more funny to me that I think she is absolutely beautiful, when her face is totally covered with inflamed, red bumps. Poor baby.
I’m washing her face with chamomile tea. Chamomile is known to be both antiseptic and calming. Then, yesterday, I thought maybe I was imagining improvement, so I went back to plain water, and her face is worse today. No more experiments. I’m going back to chamomile.