Babies = Creation

I like babies.... I can't help myself! I mean, how can you not like babies? We're not talking in some sick, pedophiliactic way. I just like them, ok? Let me see if I can explain. Let's start from the beginning.

Step One: The very act of human conception is supposed to be- and very often is, I'm told- the extreme act of love within the context of marriage. This seems fitting, seeing as we were made in the image of a God who created us, told us flat out in person that He is love, and then went on to sacrifice His very life for us to prove it. How could He have possibly made us to procreate in any other manner than a loving one? In this act, He gives us eyes through which to look at a newly born bundle of joy that has just wet herself all over us, or chewed on the remote to our brand new sound system, or done any number of other things that babies do on a regular basis. In this act, He sets the precedent for how a child ought to be raised; sex is one of a hundred evidences that children were intended to have two parents, male and female, and the structure of a family environment as they grow into adulthood.

Step Two: Pregnancy is interesting to me, but I'm profoundly grateful that I will never personally experience it. A woman finds herself, after nine months of... well... extreme discomfort, and what could be as much as a day's worth of "hell on wheels" in labor, with a baby. Notwithstanding, she ideally also find herself with a husband whom- although she may have been aware of a great capacity for stupidity before he was a father- she did not know could be such a bumbling idiot. Luckily for him, love covers a multitude of bumbling idiocy, and they take the poor child home. Are they prepared to spend the next 18 years (at least!) teaching that child freedoms and inhibitions, wisdom and heritage? Perhaps they think they are...

Step Three: This is where it starts to get hairy, and this step is really my strongest argument for liking babies. You see, there is only one thing wrong with babies, and this is also the greatest thing about them at the same time. It's like a paradox... Here it is: BABIES GROW UP. You can hold one and think, "How could something this small and fragile and beautiful ever grow to lose this innocence?", and just a few short months later, you're wondering how the world will ever survive the little terror they have become. Still, even as they grow, they serve to remind us of creation. Uh... I sound like I'm speaking from experience... Well, I'm not a father, but all these disjointed thoughts have come together, and I've finally decided that I hope to be one someday. :)