So, this lady came into the store today pushing a stroller which held what must have been the newest baby in the world. (if no babies have been born in the last two weeks.)
At the time, I was moving some flower fans around. The lady looked at me and asked "is that a fan?" To which I responded, "yes." I then handed her said fan. "Does it work?" she wanted to know. Again, I responded, "yes."
"I think I will try it. She loves the air blowing on her but it can't be to strong." She said, as she motioned toward the sleeping baby.
At the time I wanted to ask, "How do you know that? How do you know what she likes ALREADY?!?"
(Well actually, what I wanted to ask was "Do you mind if I hug her? And then go sit in that chair and hold her for about 14 or so minutes?")
But instead I said, "Oh, yes, it will be perfect."
As I moved the fans around, I kept thinking about how you have a baby – like you GET IT OUT OF YOU – and then you get to know it. For his or her ENTIRE life you know them. They just sort of squish in right next to you. As a part of you. And you of course become a part of them – you sort of ARE them.
And I have no idea why JUST TODAY because of some FLOWER FANS I made this connection.
But I suppose there are worse connections to make.
*nope, approximately zero babies on the way.
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