He lifted up the baby and placed it on my lap. His face was radiant as he saw the baby in my arms. I looked down at small naked infant cradling close to me and I completely lost myself. It must have several minutes that the baby and I gazed at each others face. We both looked upon the other with a feeling of wonder.
My eyes slowly traced the baby's face, its small hands and feet. Then my eyes locked with his. That was moment I will never forget in my entire life. I felt, the baby and I somehow knew each other. There was a clear look of recognition in his wide open eyes. Through those eyes I first saw pure innocence, pure vulnerability. He seemed to call out to me for love and protection, he seemed to appeal to me in every sweet way to provide him warmth. It felt as if this adorable little thing in my arms was a tight little bag of the sweetest emotions, maybe some which were unknown to me.
There was sudden urge inside me to protect him, to keep him so close to me that no one could even touch him. After all he was mine. He was looking to me for love and protection in this new world. I wanted to preserve his little heart full of sweet emotions forever. I wanted those eyes to look up at me like that forever. I wanted to him to call out to me silently for love, just like this. Also, I wanted to give him the love he needed, that he didn't even know that he needed. Thinking all this, I held him close to my heart and closed my eyes.
Suddenly someone took him from my arms. I gasped as emptiness closed around me like deep, dense darkness. I looked helplessly as she carried the baby to his bed. I wanted to scream out loud, "He needs me, please, give back to me! He will be cold without me, he will be scared and lonely". I was suddenly morose.
Then a realization came upon me. God has sent this baby to this world and not to me alone. Thinking that, I was filled with peace and I sank into a deep, comfortable sleep.
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ReplyDeletethere is a rare tenderness in your writing that always makes me smile.