The Littlest Teaster, our beautiful Esme', is 6 weeks new. Already. And for the first time in my life, I'm understanding what it means to have time fly. I'm awestruck by this new baby of ours that looks at me and then holds onto my very presence with an effortless stare. She locks into my eyes with hers because she can. She sees me, her mommy. It's a foreign interaction to me from a newborn. Esme' can hold me, and speak to me, with her eyes alone. Only a mother can understand.
My sweet, newborn Oia tried hard to do this very same thing. Over and over again. But could not. She looked over me, behind me, just past me. Often, her eyes drifted in different directions. Still, I loved her so. Perhaps this is why the intentional gazes from Esme' leave me without words. I sit, absorb the moments, and marvel at what a beautiful and natural connection, or bond, this is for a mother and her child.
I'll add this deep appreciation of such a bonding experience to the ever-growing list of unexpected lessons taught by my greatest teacher. Oia, the special little girl who made me a mommy, continues to point out to me each and every day, the finer details of this life. Without her, the priceless details as subtle as simply making eye contact, would slide right by me.
Every child born into the world is a new thought of God, an ever fresh and radiant possibility. ~Kate Douglas Wiggin