They have been wrapped in the warm cocoon of the first days, basking in that glow of holding a piece of living, wiggling love in their arms. That we would be invited—even welcome–into such a place is a wonder, so we took our arms and legs and world-soiled self into that sanctuary of love.
Just to hold a baby.
I’d had a long morning with my own babies—taller than I now—but I felt that pull as soon as I walked through the door: the slow of the first days. She welcomed us with open arms and beaming smile and I felt my heart pace with hers; slow in time to this peace that knows these are the important things.
She placed him in our arms—entrusted us with this piece of her heart beating outside of her body. And we exclaimed over petite nose, silken hair, long fingers. I had to look at his tiny feet—run my finger along the sole of it.
And something about his sleeping peace opened us up and we remembered. We shared the stories of our own first days, as women do, and love was thick as we breathed it in and out and whispered it into the air around us.
I studied each curve of his face, drank in his little dream sounds and I remembered this:
Some scientists calculate that humans create 1.8 million synapses per second from their second month in utero to their second birthday. The brain makes synapses to store information. Each thing we know is embodied in a network of neural connections.* (David Brooks in The Social Animal)
I looked at sleepy eyes and wondered what is going on inside that beautiful brain of yours? He—storing up knowledge while we sit and remember and spread thick love all over him.
We fall in love and I hear a tiny whisper as I tuck that baby back in his mother’s arms: I am here. I am here in the first days. I am here…always.
How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. And come tell us about it.
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