It’s a shame that we can’t love the things that others love about us. The things I hate most, are the things that my husband loves the best. You would think that this would make us accept and love our “flaws” even more, yet, somehow, it doesn’t.
When our kid are born, we spent hours going over every little feature on their body. Every crease, every tiny delicate little fleck of dry skin. Toes and fingers aside, we find all of the little things that someone else might see as a “flaw” and embrace it. It becomes our favorite thing about them.
I remember looking at the Mini’s ears in the hospital, and noticing that he had a flat-ish spot on the back of his ear:
It’s such a small little thing. Hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t busy comparing the backs of my son’s ears. But it was one of those things I noticed early on. I attributed the ridge to his need to rest his hand behind his head all the time in utero, and my guess is that it just formed like that. This little ridge is just one of those things I love about his features. I always say that if anyone ever tried to claim him as their own, I would immediately know it was him by this “dent.” Plus, it’s just really cute. At least to me.
LG has probably one of the cutest noses on the planet. People have commented on how perfect her nose is. When I first noticed it, shortly after her birth, I knew that it was a definite Norwegian nose, courtesy of her father. It’s like a delicate little button, which is what I call it. Her little button. I love that little button. I could spend all day beeping it, and making tiny little men ski off of it. And one of the other things I love are her perfect little curls. She had such straight hair until it really started to fill out more, and when it’s humid, her curls surround her head like a wreath of curls that I just want to gobble up. I’m constantly running my fingers through her soft light brown curls.