One of my biggest fears when I was pregnant was that our baby would be ugly. Okay, obviously we were concerned more for his health and happiness, and we would have loved him unconditionally regardless. But if we’re being completely honest, yeah, I worried that he would be ugly. Is that weird?
I think maybe I was worried I’d be punished for seeing other kids and thinking they were less-than-attractive (as far as babies go). I can’t help it! And I never lied either. No, I would never tell a parent their child was ugly, but I would compliment that adorable dress or tiny shoes rather than say the kid was cute. And I don’t think that’s wrong.
Now being on the flip side, though, it’s a little tougher. When someone says Miles is so well-dressed, is that their way of saying he’s not cute? As a mother, can I never be impartial when it comes to gauging my own son’s attractiveness? At this point, it really doesn’t matter since, as far as I’m concerned it doesn’t get any cuter than this:
