I've never been there at the moment of a baby's birth (except my own, I suppose). This may seem crazy to parents or nurses or midwives or family member with flip cameras, but I've never wanted to be there.
Tomorrow I will visit two new babies in the hospital. Born a day apart into two families with much in common, including workplaces & a love of carrot cake. I love babies. (I know, I know - who doesn't love little precious babies?) But their sweetness, their closed eyelids as they sleep away the trauma of birth, of entering this cold world. I love their tiny fingers on their tiny hands - seemingly unattached to the rest of them, waving wildly & grasping for something.
Who among us doesn't long for that? Wrapped tightly in a warm blanket, instantly loved by everyone who sees us? Who among doesn't long for a life unmarred by bad circumstances & bad decisions?
Tomorrow I will visit these two new baby-friends. I will hold them & kiss them & touch their ears & toes. And with that I will reclaim my own innocence. My own beginnings.
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