It happened again just the other day. I was at music class with my two girls when one of the other mothers told me how ?huge and squishy? my nine-month-old daughter is. And again, when I was out taking my girls for a walk, a passing stranger squeezed Augusta?s legs saying, ?fat, fat, fat? in a gushing voice. And then again in the parking lot at the grocery store, as I was transferring Augusta from the car to my carrier, a woman walking by shouted, ?Are you sure you can carry her like that" Be careful. You might break your back?she?s enormous!?
Each time someone comments on my daughter?s size, my heart sinks a little more. I give an empty smile, but inside I?m thinking, How dare you"
Before Augusta was born, I worried that I wouldn?t have room in my heart to love a child as much as I loved my first daughter, Ryan, but I quickly realized my endless capacity for love the moment I laid eyes on her. Augusta is perfect and undeniably special. She is deeply loving, extremely affectionate?a more easy-going baby than her sister. Augusta was born seven pounds, 11 ounces. Her growth and development has seemed to be almost identical with Ryan and I?ve done everything the same in raising them.
But Augusta appears bigger. Or at least the world tells me so.

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