When my daughter was born I watched her constantly, amazed that this marvelous little being was related to me. She seemed too perfect to be mine to love and protect and like many new parents, I worried that I might mess it all up. I muddled through those early weeks on a rotation of feeding, diapering, and adoration, tempered only by new mother fatigue and fear.
She was only two weeks old when this picture was taken at a local department store. I had a camera of my own then and a decent level of skill so I’m not sure why I thought a posed portrait like this one was necessary. I’m glad I have it now and not just because she looks so darling, but because it brings back some interesting memories of that day.
It was my first trip out with Miranda on my own as her dad was at work and I put the new unused stroller we’d received as a gift into the trunk of the car to make our outing a bit easier. It came in handy while we were waiting our turn at the mall and all went well with the photo session until we made it back to the car.
After strapping a now hungry and slightly fussy newborn into her car seat, I went to work on the stroller to fold it up and put it away. Here’s where I learned an important lesson … what goes up with ease does not always go back down the same way especially if you don’t read the directions closely, and sometimes not even then.
I struggled for what seemed like forever and Miranda’s fussiness turned quickly into wails with a volume that seemed impossible coming from a baby weighing about as much as a small cat. It became a tug of war with me pushing levers and yanking on different parts of the stroller trying to figure out how to make it close and I was practically crying myself before I worked it out by accident and was surprised and relieved when it folded up as easy as bending paper.
A few weeks later when this photo was passed around to family and friends, someone remarked that with so much hair and her big-eyed cuteness, she looked more like a baby doll than a real baby and gave her the nickname, ‘Fake Baby.’ Remembering how disheveled and weepy we both were about twenty minutes after the photo was taken I thought, ‘Fake baby my foot!’
Today marks 25 years of loving the little baby doll of my dreams and there’s nothing fake about her, she is always just as she seems.
Happy Birthday, Miranda!
You can find more sweet Miranda stories if you click on the posts written on September 14 in the previous years. 8:03 will always be my favorite and can still be found here.
She is so beautiful, but I bet there were times when she was growing up……
However love never dies where our children are concerned, no matter how old they get, they will always be our children, I have a 2 grandchildren, 1 daughter, my own, and will have my daughter in-laws birthdays this month, September baby’s are best of course, ha ha.
I hope you and John are well,
Tony and Jacquie Sanders.
What a gorgeous baby Miranda was! My daughters also had full heads of dark hair so I am partial to exquisite doll babies. It’s shocking in retrospect how fast they grow up, isn’t it? My three children are all grown but I still miss the babies they were, even though I am very proud of the adults they have become. This is such a lovely post.