Oh Baby
For those of you who are regular readers of my rambles, I apologize.
um
er
Actually no, I don’t.
You see, I can’t help myself.
It’s a force that takes over every single time I am with them
& every parent or grandparent or aunt or uncle or cousin or friend or human being should surely understand.
Babies
Children
Kids, tots, youngins …
Whatever you choose to call them.
In their eyes and in those hearts lie all our answers.
All of them
& I know.
I know !
I’ve said this once, twice, most likely, a gazillion times but you see, I must
I. MUST.
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Because it’s pure.
It’s simple.
It’s beautiful and priceless
& if we adults could only grasp just a teeny tiny, inkling of a piece of it’s precious-ness ?
my oh my, what a wonderful world this would be
& yes, you’ve guessed correctly.
I AM visiting those grandboys again
& I can’t imagine life getting much better.
I am living in slow motion wonderment
& it’s absolutely delightful.
Looking in the wide eyes of a 12 week old who’s staring back with a ‘who’s this strange person’ grin, stuffing my much too big body in a child size tent to fly in an ‘airplane’ again and again and again,
the coos and the dribbles, the BIG HUG welcomes, the “c’mon Gramma, let’s play ! …”
It’s messes and yawns and coaxing and crying and love Love LOVE
yep
Where they lead I will follow, with my heart right smack dab on my sleeve.
There’s a song by the Oak Ridge Boys that keeps running through my brain these days.
It’s called, ‘Thank God For Kids’
& if you’ve never listened, I highly recommend, if only for this perfect sentiment ….
“The nearest thing to Heaven is a child”
It’s true.
It’s. TRUE.
Look around, my fellow grownups.
Notice the babies, the children, the tots, the youngins
Every single everything we need to know are in those sincere, little faces.
It’s genuine, all wrapped up for us to treasure.
It’s humility at it’s finest.
So please, don’t mind me if I seem lost in simplicity these days.
It’s because I am.
I so am.
oops. gotta go.
Time to play airplane again.
! YaY !
🙂
