Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you found that special thing
You're flying without wings Westlife, Flying Without Wings Lyrics
The other night I watched a documentary called My Fake Baby: Living Doll about people who have a fascination with life-like baby dolls called re-borns. One woman, who had put off having kids for years because she and her partner wanted to enjoy life, now collects these "re-borns." They don't come cheap though. She spends a fortune on getting outfits to dress her babies. She even travelled to America to collect a smiling baby until she discovered the baby had a crack on its skull.
Another woman, who used to look after her grandson until he and his mother emigrated to New Zealend, had one designed for her. Her husband wasn't too keen on the baby though.
Another woman has a nursery full of "re-borns."
I guess I can see the fascination with these babies. They don't cry (though you can have ones custom-made that cry; they don't need feeding (though you can have ones that you can feed); they don't need changing (though you can buy lots of outfits if you want to); and they never grow up.
I much prefer real babies, who are adorable, though I have no desire to have one of my own.
Speaking of which, a woman and her baby sat next to me on the bus yesterday. He had such a lovely smile. I asked her how old he was and she said it was his first birthday; her husband's is the day after. They'd just come from his birthday party at the nursery. She said he arrived five weeks early. She wasn't even on maternity leave at the time. On that day she went to work as normal and felt a cramp and didn't think much about it. He popped out around 3 pm.
Back to the fake babies. We all have our different ways of expressing our joy. If some women find they get joy from fake babies then why not?
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