That smell, that wonderful delightful smell...........that smell of a newborn baby. AHHH, we have a new little guy in our class and he is about 10 weeks old. The wobbly little head, the hands that reach but can't quite make the mark of where he wants them. That newborn cry and that new baby smile. I sunk myself into the sheer beauty of it today as I held him, swaddled in my arms, swaying and whispering shh as I bounced. Ahh, the memories of my own newborn babies. One of the younger, college-age women I work with said "How do you do that?", talking about how quickly he calmed when I picked him up while he cried. I said honey, it is because I have been a Mommy for over 16 years. You will get there. So today I relished in the sweetness of a newborn in my arms. It was lovely. I am glad at 49, that I can love them, enjoy them, and send them home with their own Mommy and Daddy at the end of the day. I can enjoy the magic of a newborn without having to get up for the 3 a.m. feeding. It's awesome.