If I only ever have one child
I thought I would grow up, get married, and have a bunch of kids. When the neighborhood women needed someone to watch their babies while they cooked or did chores, they called me. I was excellent with the children, caring for them as if I had done it so many times in a previous life. I was only ten years old at the time.
When mothers were pregnant, I would eagerly await the arrival of the newborn. When they were born, I would be there every step of the way, and as they grew, I would eagerly wait after school for the mothers to return from the market so I could play with their children. I enjoyed feeding them, burping them, and carrying them on my back for a nap.
The babies loved me and the mothers trusted me completely with them. I loved many things about babies.
The cutest things they do
The way they babble non-sensical sounds is so sweet and funny. Their little voices come out all jumbled when they try to say new words. Their giggles are like music to me. And when they laugh. Awww. It is impossible not to laugh too, which makes them laugh harder, which makes you laugh harder, making the entire atmosphere filled with laughter. Their little faces light up with joy when they play, finding fun in the simplest of things. An empty box? Keys? Something dirty? Doesn’t matter. They look at everything with…
