My second granddaughter, Isabella Maya, turned a month old yesterday. I’ll see her for the fifth time later today, Mother’s Day. Each time I’m in her presence, my heart melts and I’m mesmerized just looking at her—all the more so while holding her. Her “perfect” features add to my delight, but are really just “icing” on the scrumptious “cake.”
In my personal/family and professional life (including teaching eight series to expectant first-time fathers), I have witnessed that the majority of men fall into one of two categories: those that adore infants versus those who can’t relate to children until they turn about seven. I’m obviously in the former camp. I was even “taken” by my youngest sister until she turned two, when I became very competitive with her for the attention/affection she drew.
One phenomenon that surprises me every time is that a lot of seemingly tough or gruff guys, most recently my mother’s man friend, become spellbound gazing at newborns. I believe that most of these men are captivated by the same qualities that I find so endearing, the sheer innocence/purity and peace that these tiny creatures exude. Despite the simplicity of babies’ basic, primitive needs, these qualities appear very palpable. My sense, as well as my spiritual belief, is that these little beings remain in the angelic realm awhile. However, it doesn’t take too long for their egos to emerge.
I can’t wait to hold sweet Isabella (Izzie) on my lap and stare down lovingly at her again this afternoon. I am also eager to again watch her eight-year-old sister Hannah cherishing her new, live “doll.” Hannah and I truly savor each of Isabella’s gestures and sounds. Hannah often softly utters “awe!,” as she observes Izzie’s graceful movements and hears her purr.
We can all extract some vital messages or lessons from the infant kingdom, especially amidst the complexity and stresses of our lives. Learning aside, these precious beings have an exceptionally calming/soothing influence on our bodies and serve to restore our soulfulness.