I never used to like babies. In fact, when I was 18, you could have heard me say “they cry, they smell, they rarely smile (the really newborn ones, anyway) – what’s to like?”
I’d see a baby, shudder and walk away.
But a year or so later, I found myself in the same room as a sleeping baby and thought the peaceful little thing in the corner might not be so bad.
A few months later, my boss brought his baby to our work Christmas party and I actually laughed when watching (from a distance) some of the guys play hide-and-seek with her. I may have even commented about how cute she was.
Another year goes by and my other boss brings his baby into the office. I look in the pram and must have adoration on my face because he tried to give the bundle of joy to me to hold. Quickly, I backed away… causing much offence to the parents in the process! What’s that saying about change and progress … ‘one step forward, two steps backward’?
Eventually I held a baby. And it was actually ok. It didn’t cry, fart or vomit.
Then I held another, different baby. I almost liked it.
Liking babies seems to be inevitable. As much as I tried/try to fight it, liking babies seems to be programmed into our very being.
Is there any research on this? What do you reckon: are we programmed to like babies?