Soft as a kitten. Sweet babies. Absolutely precious. Today, as I was holding my sweet baby in my arms I buried my face into her soft hair and breathed it in. It was wonderful. Call me crazy. Go ahead. I don't care. There is something enduring about the smell and the feel of a baby. It's like holding a kitten close. From the peach pads of their feet to the feel of their velvety hair and all the cute stuff in between babies are bottles of joy ripe for cuddling. Amazing creations. So there I sat taking in my baby, holding her tight in my arms, just cuddling. Times with our children are so fleeting, we all know this. You blink and that pink and new baby starts walking, blink again and she's riding a bike, blink, blink, blink, now you're looking at her holding up neon earrings asking you when she can get her ears pierced. Blink, blink, blink some more and you start bouncing her babies off your knee and taking in their sweet scent when you hold them close to your chest. Then all of the sudden your treasure chest of baby memories open up and you snap back to all the sweet times you had with that sweet babies own mama. My grandbabies aren't here yet but I love to still imagine the times I get to hold them in my arms and watch them wrap their cute chubby fingers around my wirey grey hair and remember when their own mama wrapped her precious chunky pink hand in my smooth silky brown hair. The love will be the same, even if the face and the hair is different. And I don't stop with little babies. The other day my twelve year old buried herself into my lap and wrapped her legs around my own. We sat there for awhile, us two, breathing each other in, holding each other close. I buried my face in her thick brown hair and remembered briefly when it was soft,black and new. I ran my fingers along her own, looking at her Hello Kitty nails and started counting them like I did when she was first born. The years don't matter. I've stopped holding my eyes wide open in fear of blinking the time away. Babies are precious at any age, from newborn to ten months to 3 yrs to 12, even 80. All the years are precious. And I'm going to love taking in every moment of it.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Soft as a Kitten
Soft as a kitten. Sweet babies. Absolutely precious. Today, as I was holding my sweet baby in my arms I buried my face into her soft hair and breathed it in. It was wonderful. Call me crazy. Go ahead. I don't care. There is something enduring about the smell and the feel of a baby. It's like holding a kitten close. From the peach pads of their feet to the feel of their velvety hair and all the cute stuff in between babies are bottles of joy ripe for cuddling. Amazing creations. So there I sat taking in my baby, holding her tight in my arms, just cuddling. Times with our children are so fleeting, we all know this. You blink and that pink and new baby starts walking, blink again and she's riding a bike, blink, blink, blink, now you're looking at her holding up neon earrings asking you when she can get her ears pierced. Blink, blink, blink some more and you start bouncing her babies off your knee and taking in their sweet scent when you hold them close to your chest. Then all of the sudden your treasure chest of baby memories open up and you snap back to all the sweet times you had with that sweet babies own mama. My grandbabies aren't here yet but I love to still imagine the times I get to hold them in my arms and watch them wrap their cute chubby fingers around my wirey grey hair and remember when their own mama wrapped her precious chunky pink hand in my smooth silky brown hair. The love will be the same, even if the face and the hair is different. And I don't stop with little babies. The other day my twelve year old buried herself into my lap and wrapped her legs around my own. We sat there for awhile, us two, breathing each other in, holding each other close. I buried my face in her thick brown hair and remembered briefly when it was soft,black and new. I ran my fingers along her own, looking at her Hello Kitty nails and started counting them like I did when she was first born. The years don't matter. I've stopped holding my eyes wide open in fear of blinking the time away. Babies are precious at any age, from newborn to ten months to 3 yrs to 12, even 80. All the years are precious. And I'm going to love taking in every moment of it.
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