So I’ve been hanging around children a little more frequently lately. And though I haven’t been particularly fond of them before, I’m beginning to sway my opinion. They are charming little stinkers. I always heard about the “miracle of birth,” yada yada and “how fast they grow,” yada yada. It never really had much affect on me. I’ve just never been around children very much.
I think that I can probably pin point the moment that all began to change in my heart. I think it was the moment, after thirty some hours of waiting, when my best friend held Nora in her arms for the first time. I was behind the camera for all of it, and all eyes were on those two. But if you would have turned and looked back at me, you would have seen little tears pooling in my eyes. I could hear myself repeat, “oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” but it was almost like my voice was outside of my body- it wasn’t really coming from myself. And I stood there camera still in hand, unable to see what it was focused on. I kept looking at her little eyes and her lips. Oh, her lips! And that’s the point where it changed for me. I think I got it.
Though this was the turning point in a sense for me, I had been experiencing other strange things culminating within my little- apparently grinch-like heart. I’d been helping my sister with her nanny job once a week. This means I got to spend 4.5 hours with a one year old every once or twice a week. And I began to appreciate the little moments when she would run to me like she liked me. Or when she actually laughed at something I did to entertain her (I mean, I think I’m funny). Or the way she curled up in my arms while I rocked her before her nap. Am I sounding mushy? Oh my gosh, I’m being a mush ball. To save myself some dignity, I’ll refrain from any more of these moments. I will say one more thing: I’m feeling a lot more comfortable around babies now. My feelings aren’t as hurt when they cry in my arms. I feel like I can hold them without making their heads fall off (they really are a lot more durable than you’d think). That being said, it’s still going to take me a while to get over my disgust over all the weird fluids that babies produce and get all over you. Vomit. Pee. Poop. Boogers. Snot. Ew. I’m definitely #notafan .
And on a funnier note (and the reason for this post) what I most appreciate about babies is their ability to be them. Flagrantly so. I love their odd shaped bodies and incessant babbling- all things that would be considered faux pa for an adult to do.
So here’s Nora. The girl who kind of changed my life in a way. Or at least my perspective.
I’ll be pointing out some of my favorite poses and faces.
Here’s rapper Nora:
Stoked about her age Nora:
And my personal fave, incredibly pear shaped Nora (when would it ever be cool to flaunt this bod in public as an adult?)
The clingy Nora:
And the skeptical Nora: