Holding my baby close to me today, at a random moment when he was standing in place, making happy sounds and saying "Mama-mama" over and over, I was overwhelmed with his beauty and, by extension, the beauty of all little people--their utter innocence, their overflowing love of life, their appreciation of any love that they are shown.
Yes, I know that some babies are difficult, from birth. But I also believe that even the most difficult baby possesses, underneath it all, a hopefulness and a sense of innate joy and wonderment that cannot be squashed except by an absolutely unloving parent. (And I know that those parents do exist.) To stand close to a baby and feel that joy, that life pulsing in him or her, is to recapture a small piece of that wonder oneself.
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