There is a huge influx of new babies arriving at our office. The first arrived last week. A beautiful little girl, who arrived early at just over six pounds. And I saw her. I touched her little toes. Oh my …
And there are more babies arriving! Three more on the way, to be precise.
I can clearly remember being a young 20-something gal and rolling my eyes so hard it hurt when the women at my office would rush out to greet a colleague bringing in their new baby. You could hear the oohs and ahhs from all the way down the hall. I’d sit at my desk and keep working. Come on, people! It’s just a baby. Don’t lose your mind!
Now, I am one of these silly women losing their minds over the little babies. It must be my age. Or the fact that I know we’re not adding any more children to our brood. Or at least my head knows this. Because if the way these babies are making me feel is any indication, maybe my body hasn’t been informed of this decision yet.
I feel clucky. This is an expression I acquired in Australia. It’s perfect, don’t you think? It goes well with the “nesting” phenomena, and all those other metaphors for the somewhat inexplicable behaviour brought on by female hormones.
So when I came across this video via Design Mom made to announce the arrival of a new baby (side note: some people are way to clever, aren’t they? I didn’t even do regular paper announcements, let alone a video announcement!) I nearly melted into a puddle on the floor. I challenge you to press play and not feel at least a modicum of misty nostalgia.
But really? It this whole baby-craziness related to me actually feeling “clucky” or is it just me getting closer in age to those people who get all kinds of desperate to have grandchildren? Goodness only knows. But it sure tugs at the heart strings. Do you ever feel like this?
And Everything Nice from John Jensen on Vimeo.
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