Obviously the best part of motherhood is the actual baby whose mom I get to be. Henry is ... well, he's just about perfect. He sleeps through the night, he's ALWAYS in a good mood, he's really really ridiculously good-looking, and he's even frightfully good at eating "solid" foods. Yes, Elvis and I pretty much hit the baby jackpot with our little snugglebug.
But going out in public with him is like being a minor celebrity. It's remarkable how patient and kind people are when they see us (especially when they see King Henry). People open doors for us, sometimes even standing and waiting if they see us a small distance away. Nobody gawks at me when my hair or clothes look a mess, or when I can't find my wallet at the cash register amid the diapers, teethers, stuffed creatures, puffs, and face wipeys. If we're waiting to be seated at a restaurant, our fellow waiters can't jump out of their seats fast enough to let the parents of the small adorable child sit down. And, possibly the most heart-warming of all is how even the grumpiest-looking old men will crack a smile when they see my little Cutie Pie grinning at them.
Yes indeed, there are a million reasons to be thankful for my precious son. Helping me regain my faith in the inherent goodness of others is just one.
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