You’d think the thrill of holding
and seeing a newborn baby would wear off. I mean, my wife and I have three
children and have already been blessed with three grandchildren. Another baby
should be old hat. But, this past week when we welcomed our fourth grandchild
into the world it was just as exciting as all the others.
There’s something about a
newborn; the cry, the coos, the look of wide-open wonder in their eyes, the
wispy soft skin, the squirmy little body, and the way they naturally cuddle and
snuggle close, is all so fascinating and endearing. There is an instant bond
when a parent or grandparent holds a newborn baby. It’s a feeling that is
almost indescribable. I call it Baby Magic.
But wait, there’s more to this
phenomenon.
Looking at my grandchildren, I
see my myself, my wife, our parents, our children, and usually a lot of other
family members. I’m sure the same is true for everyone. Babies possess the
unique ability to resemble multiple people all at once, while still maintaining
their own individuality and looks. That’s Baby Magic.
Babies, especially newborns,
command the attention of nearly everyone in their presence and can quickly turn
a roomful of otherwise sane adults into strange acting creatures who cannot
seem to utter a single coherent word. Again, Baby Magic.
Babies can melt hearts, put
smiles on faces, and instantly turn a bad day around - all without saying a
word. Baby Magic.
Babies allow us, in some small
way, to relive our childhood; with simple ease they take us back to yesteryear
and effortlessly bring things to mind that were once forgotten. Good things.
Memories. Baby Magic.
Of course, me being somewhat
philosophical, the birth of a baby - especially a grandbaby - brings the
realization that with each one, I am getting older. It’s quite a sobering
thought; their life is just beginning, mine is moving ever closer to being
over. Not that I plan on dying any time soon, but it is a cold reality
of life - the older generation is eventually replaced by the younger ones. Yet,
with the birth of each of my grandchildren, I see a part of me that will live
on long after I am gone. In a way, I have become immortal. Another benefit of -
yep, Baby Magic.
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