Today, I held a 6 month old baby. And I really, really liked it. I had no trouble talking with her mama and felt very few pangs of jealousy. I was really dreading this visit, too. It was with my best friend and her husband and was our first time to meet the baby. I thought I would be overcome with jealousy and other socially unacceptable feelings.
But, you know what? I breezed through, like a ship on a calm day. I enjoyed myself, I held the baby and played with her. And, then I very happily gave her back to her mother when she started fussing.
To say that I am proud of myself is an understatement. I confronted my worst fear head on, and I came out sparkling on the other side. I can’t wait to see them again.