So, some of you parents might understand this: when Addy was born 5 years ago, it felt VERY weird to be head-over-heels in love with our absolutely perfect, lovely, beautiful bright-eyed baby girl… and at the same time look at her face and say to the port wine stain, “Woah, that’s gotta go!” Weird.
It brings on some mom-guilt (and dad-guilt, I’m sure). How could I not think that every single one of her features was perfect and sweet and beautiful?? I was planning to zap one of those features clean off! Telling her she’s beautiful and perfect, while removing a distinguishing mark…?
Obviously, I have no regrets for treating the stain, and I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. But there’s just something odd about feeling the *exact same* “Woah!” that you later dread everyone *else* feeling when they see your kid. …Anyone else know what I mean?