I might as well accept that I’m a small adult. It’s how I treat the small that is important. Small and needy is the condition of childhood. But I am a small adult which is a little different.
When we are born we are swaddled and suckled
Whispered to, fussed over, tickled and cuddled
When we grow up things get muddled
- Here It Is Christmastime Rhett Miller
I got to give a 1-month old infant a bath the other night in clinical. It was an experience I’ll never forget. Her little fingers and toes and ears. She was so tiny and fragile, I was afraid of hurting her. But she was more resilient than I expected.
That’s cool, Skims. I’m afraid of babies. I, too, am afraid I’ll hurt them. I should believe in them more.
my sister said when i piCKED up her newborn don’t worry they bounce LMAO
To be told that is a little scarey too.
yes and some people really enjoy being purposefully difficult and disagreeable ah well that’s life.
I’m too big, lol.
Haha,I think I am a adult now,maybe a little immature for my age…but at least I am going in a right direction