March 18, 2014
When I laid eyes on my first baby, I thought he was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. This normal, predictable response is nature at work. We are unable to see flaw in our new offspring. We instead see perfection, as the instinct to love and protect fiercely grabs hold. Once our son, who was born early, plumped up a bit and started to smile and coo, Andy admitted to being relieved at how cute he had become. What did he mean, “had become?” I didn’t understand. Our boy had been adorable from birth, I insisted. “No, no,” Andy shook his head. “He looked like a monkey.” Continue reading ›