A Baby Talks  

I did not ask to be made.  I did not ask to be born. I did not choose my parents. I did not choose my sex. I did not choose my race or color. I did not choose my  place or country of birth. I did not even choose what kind of a creature I would be, whether human or four-legged animal. It was you.

My father and mother who chose to make me.  I am little and helpless.  I cannot talk, I cannot move about, can do little more than wave my arms and legs. I left the comfort and safety of my mother's womb where

I had to neither breathe, eat, or empty my bladder or bowels. The  umbilical cord from my mother took care of all of these tasks.

As soon as the cord is cut, I am on my own. I have to start to breathe in order to get  oxygen. And I have to be provided with clothes and cover to keep me  warm. My stomach has to have food, preferably from my mother's breasts.

It is all a drastic change, one wrought with dangers and hazards, one that requires the constant attention of my parents or others, if I am to survive and  prosper. Thus, I need their unconditional love and tender loving care (TLC).

For the first several months of my life, I can do no wrong for I know nothing of manners or of good or bad behavior. I need patience and forgiveness for any mishaps that may occur because of my presence.

So if I do not have this unconditional love of my parents, it may be better that I be placed  for adoption with parents who can provide that for me. Because I am  going to need 24-hour-a-day care and attention for several months.

I should be my parents most  precious possession, and my care their most important  job.  If I am lucky they, during the next 18 years, will rear me into a healthy, useful, law-abiding citizen.