When I Look Upon a Baby

22 Feb

When I see an infant, even when I see a toddler, I experience fascination and a near-inexplicable joy.

What is there about this baby or that one? They are different one from the other: some Asian, African, Hispanic and still others Caucasian. But each one captures my attention.


Is it the baby’s undeniable helplessness?

Could it be that I wonder about the child’s future, about what this one or that one will do with life?

Do I wonder about whom the baby, once grown, will love and will he or she be loved as well?

Yes, all that.

But there is something more—something begging to be embraced and revered.

It is innocence.



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