What Really Makes Babies so Darn Cute?
Judy's baby Emily had a birthday recently, and Judy had a One-year party for her, which was a hoot because all the moms from the Mommy and Me playgroup came and brought their own one-year olds. One of the things Judy says is that it gets a lot harder to maintain your personal style when you live with someone who's constantly emitting various fluids, and the One-year party was a hilarious (for me) combination of drool and cake icing and runny ice cream. Imagine a dozen babies in party clothes, half of them screaming and half mashing cake through their tiny fists, and you have the general idea. Throw in an elegantly-groomed Golden Retriever (who ate a lot of cake off the ground, resulting in a genteel bout of vomiting under the table) and a bunch of Mommies in their own softly-flowered frocks, and you have the whole picture.
Babies in general, are beautiful, and the things
we grown-ups often find lovely in each other are
the things that are lovely in babies. Big eyes,
smooth skin and small features are usually
considered beautiful, and the models who hitch
themselves weirdly down the runways of New York
and Paris are usually absurdly young for the
clothes they are sort of wearing. “Feminine” is
often paired with “young”, in magazines and
television, making women over thirty wonder if
life is really nearly over when there’s so much
left to do. But beauty isn’t really about youth:
the beauty that comes with youth is incidental,
superficial. It’s gone before a woman has time to
become interesting, and her own person. The
Mommies at the party were beautiful, laughing at
their babies’ antics, joking with each other and
enjoying the sunny day. There are few things more
beautiful than people laughing from sheer
enjoyment.
If you’re not feeling happy, it’s hard to appear
beautiful. (And if you’re feeling unhappy, your
looks are the least of your problems). Forget the
sullen catwalk waifs, and the scary, long-necked,
colt-legged sixteen year olds wearing sable
corsets and six inch heels--that’s not real life.
Laughing with a baby who just rubbed cake all over
her face, that’s life.
(I’m pretty sure there’s nothing I could give
Emily that she would appreciate, so I picked out
something I loved, an adorable, flowered
baggy-pants sunsuit, in pink and yellow, with a
matching bonnet. I can’t wait to see Emily in her
new beach togs!)
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