The Process of Learning

My baby thoroughly enjoys being.... a baby. He gives me a big grin each and every morning when he wakes up, as if to say, "Hello world! What do you have for me to play with today?!" He 'gets' over a grudge within sixty to ninety seconds and loves the new flavors and tastes of baby food by often throwing his hands up and onto my new shirt. Just purchased, of course.

He loves being a baby, but if I think about it, I suppose all babies are like this. What's not to love about being a baby, or more to the point, what's to fear about the world, what's to harbor resentment towards, whats to feel jelous or defeated about when you're under a foot tall and only know comfort, the word "dada" or "mama" and you're schedule is sleep, eat, poop, sleep? That's right. Nothing to fear and everything to love.

Recently, I have made a new promise to myself. As a woman, wife, and mother whose do-list seems to get longer and longer, I have forgotton some things, like taking time to enjoy, relish, delight in life's little pleasures and quirks. So, I pledge to learn from my wise little son who has already figured out so many things. Teach me, I think to myself as I watch him smile first thing in the morning, as I watch him discover tastes and textures with delight, as I watch him sleep peacefully without the worry of what tomorrow will bring.

Teach me, I think. My new role is learning from him all of the things I knew at one point, lost along the way and will re-learn as the great circle of life goes. Again and again.