We all can agree that babies are miracles, that their presence in our lives create a magic that takes our breathe away. It is in those moments where I gasp that I find myself marveling at Cole's existence. I find him enchanting as he captivates me with his emerging personality. He is very much his own person and I find that fascinating in a way I never expected.
Cole is independent and lets me know when he would prefer to play solo rather than have me entertaining him with my silly ways. However, he likes to know I am there in the room as a presence and it is during those times that I sit back and watch him with a pride only a mother experiences.
I take these moments to observe every little nuance about him as I know they are fleeting and as time moves forward, they will NEVER be repeated and thus become only a memory in my mind.
Watching Cole is viewing living art. His little hands and fingers grasp his toys with fervor, his feet curl strongly underneath him, each little toe waiting to spring into action and propel him across a room with the fastest crawl this side of the Mississippi. His brow furrows intensely as he teaches himself how to direct a truck's wheels or open a book. He glances up at me occasionally to let me know he knows I am there and shoots me his million dollar smile. He returns to his play and I look on as he continues to explore his world and expand mine.
1 comment:
You never cease to amaze me...the way you capture each special moment of Cole's exploration of his world is astonishing. To see that my "little girl" has grown into such a special mother just takes my breath away! GiGi
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