Type in the content of your page here. The Scary Little Baby Babies scare the living daylights out of me. They are life in a tiny little delicate package. If anything goes wrong you are responsible for their life one hundred percent. I had to face my fear of babies from back when I was young and used to smash my sister’s dolls. Women make it look so easy and seem so caring and compassionate. They almost seem to be born with the ability. Being asked to hold the baby for the first time made me very unsteady. Especially since it was the Pastors child who had the most authority in the whole church. I had to ask her to help tell me where to place my hands for more support of the baby’s head. I seemed to be holding it correctly because it didn’t cry at all. If it did cry I would be angry with myself for not getting it right. Thanks to this experience I really had a better appreciation for life. Though I am still really nerves around them if I were to ever have a child I would probably let a mother hold it and never me. I would never forgive myself if I ever let anything happen to a baby in my care. If you ask me I would probably prefer to adopt a child. After spending some time with that precious bundle of life it was hard to give it back. I have thought much about the time I held that little child. Thankfully the mother was very confident in my abilities. My sister who simply loves babies was upset that I was the one to get to hold him. If I ever had the opportunity again I would take it depending on the time and place.
The Scary Little Baby
Babies scare the living daylights out of me. They are life in a tiny little delicate package. If anything goes wrong you are responsible for their life one hundred percent. I had to face my fear of babies from back when I was young and used to smash my sister’s dolls. Women make it look so easy and seem so caring and compassionate. They almost seem to be born with the ability.
Being asked to hold the baby for the first time made me very unsteady. Especially since it was the Pastors child who had the most authority in the whole church. I had to ask her to help tell me where to place my hands for more support of the baby’s head. I seemed to be holding it correctly because it didn’t cry at all. If it did cry I would be angry with myself for not getting it right.
Thanks to this experience I really had a better appreciation for life. Though I am still really nerves around them if I were to ever have a child I would probably let a mother hold it and never me. I would never forgive myself if I ever let anything happen to a baby in my care. If you ask me I would probably prefer to adopt a child.
After spending some time with that precious bundle of life it was hard to give it back. I have thought much about the time I held that little child. Thankfully the mother was very confident in my abilities. My sister who simply loves babies was upset that I was the one to get to hold him. If I ever had the opportunity again I would take it depending on the time and place.