I find that the moment I look a baby in the eyes, our whole universe settles into a peaceable place where that baby is an active giver and I am an active receiver, balancing out the otherwise “needy baby”/ “generous mommy” paradigm that fills the day.Â In that baby’s eyes, I see a recognition of sorts that she knew all along she could meet my need to be so easily loved.Â I just had to look.
As a child grows from 1, to 2, to 3 years old, it’s a bit more difficult to make eye contact as those little eyes dart all over the room, somersaulting, coloring, crying, laughing, and exploring. But, when I look a child in the eyes, our whole universe settles into a companionable place where the child can see my admiration and I, hers. In that child’s eyes, I see a recognition of sorts that she knew all along she could be my bosom friend just as I always wanted. I just had to keep looking.