As my baby has grown and become a little person the last few months, I've been having flashbacks to when my younger siblings were this age. I don't specifically remember the age, but the actions - her expressions, what she does with her hands, and her vocalizations.
As her mother, she still seems like an infant.
But in my memories of siblings at this age, I remember feeling like I was communicating with them and understanding their communication quite clearly, on a more equal level intellectually. I'm not sure if it was because I was not as far removed from childhood myself, or what. I'll have some experience with my baby and it'll trigger a memory of a similar experience with my youngest siblings, and it is so interesting to remember how my interactions with my siblings put them on an older level than what I associate with my baby. So I'm making a mental effort to see her as a person who has just as cohesive thoughts and reactions to her experiences in mortality as I do, she just doesn't have the words for them yet.
A couple years ago I experienced watching this kind of relationship with a good friend who lived in the basement, and her daughter. This friend treated her child the same as she would treat me, in situations where her daughter was unhappy, hurt, or having a ball. That was so refreshing!
I think sometimes the baby culture goes a bit too far. I don't know where a good balance is, but I'm striving to find it.
On a similar note, I often still chant to myself, "I will be patient, I will be gentle, I will be kind." Babies are people too, and should be treated as such! I have made a goal to tame my temper. I have no desire to allow myself to 'fly off the handle', or blow up. There are healthier ways of dealing with frustration, and just because I know "other moms yell", is absolutely no excuse for me. (I'm sure I'll need to re-read this in a few years :D).