I had children. I remember my first, a boy. I was surprised to find him very beautiful. So I thought “OK : I guess it is the parental instinct written in our genes to ensure the survival of the species”. In spite of that, I still had the impression that, if he was not my child, I would still find this one cute. So I couldn't say. So I was only half surprised when, at the hospital's nursery, when the nurse brought our child near the glass, other parents came to see ours, then told other parents “Did you see this one?” so all parents were looking at our son instead of their baby. This confirmed to me that my impression was not only due to my being a parent of this child. And I found somewhat ironic that, after that, parents and visitors kept on saying to each others about their babies “Is he cute!” : so far it's OK but I could not agree when they kept on “He's the cutest I've ever seen!" although a few minutes or hours ago they left him or her to come see ours.
Many years later, I had a daughter. She was not bad looking but the parents did not leave their children to come and see that one. It is only two months later that I found a beauty in this child : the way she was looking at me, especially in the night when she did not sleep. (There was a night light.) She gave me the impression there was something very deep inside, an unusual talent, an unsuspected potential. Now, decades later, this perceptiveness proves exact : she does have an unusual potential. No, she is not aspie. Between her and me it is a love story.
Although it hasn't always been...
So, to me, being cute is only a superficial aspect of a baby : being connected to an inner spiritual source of potential and intelligence makes this baby much more beautiful to me than cuteness. Some children I met I found so fascinating due to that type of beauty that twice, I was suspected of pedophilia ; some others, when their parents ask me “Ain't she cute?”, the less impolite answer I can find is “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”.