Kids. Tiny humans. I LOVE MINE!!!
A lot of us have kids. But first, we were kids. How many of us were like, “Whatever, Mom.” Like, all the time. Then we have our own tiny humans. Then we understand.
They are amazing! It’s love at first sight, which you always hear, but it is so true. How could I produce such a perfect little human being? How are humans so small at the beginning? How can they function when they are so tiny?
I’m obviously pretty magical if I made such a perfect tiny human. That much is crystal clear.
What isn’t so clear is how I came to be so magical. My tiny humans are perfect! I can stare at them in awe and amazement and it never gets old. They aren’t like anyone else’s tiny humans. They are all mine and totally unique.
Yes, sometimes it gets hard, like “Are you finally done pooping?” “You just ate!” “Pleeeeease go to sleep!” And so on. But – then they’re all amazing again!
Seriously – just look at your tiny human and see how they are growing, and how their little brains are figuring everything out with their tiny hands, and their eyes, and by using all of their senses – which they know how to use!
I make tiny humans. It’s one of my many talents.
Holly-day Every Day 