Wednesday, December 19, 2012
The eyes of a baby
Her eyes are brilliant blue and strikingly expressive. In them I can see when she's tired, when she panics, when she's reassured. I can see her smile before it reaches her mouth, or a little frown about to form. In those eyes I see her delight when she chats to us and, when we chat back, realises we can hear her; when she reaches her hand and learns that she can touch things.
People often tell me they can see everything I'm thinking in my eyes. Hers are the same.
On Christmas morning this baby girl will wake to receive a couple of gifts. She's been hard to buy for - not because she has everything and certainly not due to a lack of options in the shops. It's because a baby doesn't need anything.
She has her hands, a source of endless fascination, as her feet soon will be too. She has us, her family, to watch and wonder and communicate with.
The world according to a baby is pure. No worries, no need for 'things', no desire for more.
It just is.
Her eyes. All is right as I let myself fall into her world of expression.
Posted at 7:46 PM