By Piper Huguley
I have a special talent that many don’t know about. I’m a Baby Whisperer. I’ve always been mystified by the inability of others to get babies to calm down out of their various upsets. You have an upset baby? Give it to me. I’ll get the little one to calm down. What is colic anyway? I’ve never seen it. I can’t explain it–it’s a talent I have, a special touch.
I’ve had this talent since I was very young. As the oldest child, I was always put in charge of those younger than myself. I was babysitting children and taking in very nice earnings for myself ever since I was 12. However, the year before, we were visiting with my father’s fraternity brother’s new baby. The three-month old little girl got upset. I repeatedly asked if I could hold her to help her calm down. The mother was a new mom and she didn’t relish the idea of an 11 year old holding her baby, so my mother, a pretty fair baby whisperer herself, got her to calm down. The moment still stands out in my mind because I knew I could help, but I wasn’t allowed because of my age. However, the next year, when people understood I had this talent, I had plenty of little ones to hold.
Maybe the little ones know that I have a special love for them, and that I’m not intimidated by them. Babies warm my heart. Every single time one comes across my FB page or twitter timeline, I melt. For a very long time, and still to a certain extent, my belief was that there is no such thing as an ugly baby. I have met many babies and, I’ve only met one or two one who could be classified that way. Babies, to me, are beautiful simply because they are babies.
Before I had my own son, I worked in an office where they set up an initiative to staff a home for abandoned babies with workers once a week. They needed volunteers to rock the babies. Hello!!! Hold babies? During work hours?? Sign me up!!! Those people loved me. For the year or so the initiative went on, I would go in there on Tuesday afternoons and put those babies down for their naps, one by one. My record was eight. I felt like getting a tee shirt.
However, I knew the record couldn’t go on forever. I knew the day would come when I would meet the baby who was not receptive to my charms. It was my own nephew. The old ladies in the family would use the term “strange” upon seeing my nephew. I was not wiling to label him that easily. I knew one day that he would succumb to my special baby whisperer powers. And he did. It was a sweet, sweet day when he called me Auntie and came to me because he knew me. Still, I wasn’t surprised when he was diagnosed with autism. He’s doing great now, but his resistance to my overtures was a first indicator to me that something was going on with him. No baby can resist the Baby Whisperer for long.
My friend, Kennedy Ryan, is having a giveaway to increase autism awareness. Here is a message from her:
Piper Huguley is an aspiring author pursuing publication for her historical romance fiction. She is a 2013 Golden Heart finalist for her novel, A Champion’s Heart—the fourth book in “Migrations of the Heart”, the series of books about the Bledsoe sisters. The first book in the series, A Virtuous Ruby, was the first-place winner in The Golden Rose Contest in 2013 and is a Golden Heart finalist for 2014. Book one in the “Home to Milford College” series, The Preacher’s Promise, was a semi-finalist in Harlequin’s So You Think You Can Write contest in 2013. The Preacher’s Promise and its companion prequel, The Lawyer’s Luck will be published in summer 2014. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and son.