We instinctively called out to the child and spoke in our typical high pitched female voice that women save just for animals and children. The child gave us a tiny knowing grin, like he was acknowledging us but also letting us know that he would continue to observe us, and observe he did. I remarked to his father at how well behaved he was, and his father gave a small shrug, as if to say, "Why wouldn't he be well behaved?" The father then talked about how once a week, they had father/son time. No matter how busy his workday got, they would continue to have that time because father/son time was important. He included that little baby blue also loved sunshine and needed mornings like that. The baby suddenly smiled, as if he agreed and then open were the floodgates of my thoughts spilling out.
First of all, babies truly are little people. It was never more obvious to me then it was in that moment. Which makes abortion seem even more ridiculous and heartbreaking to me, but thats a whole different topic. Babies are us, but at different stages in our lives. I know, obvious. In so many ways, we are obviously smarter then children. It makes sense. The more days you live, the more things you learn and experience, and from experience comes wisdom. Plus theres the whole brain development thing. But what about maturity? Maturity is a word so often thrown about and misunderstood. Quite like the word love. Theres spiritual maturity and physical maturity(which is what most definitions of mature, seem to refer to), but then there's that kind of world defined maturity. If you're youthful and fun, you may come across as immature, and people may say that you'll grow out of it. I think that is just a way for people to feel better about their own lives by looking down on people who are actually enjoying theirs. But still, I think there is a different kind of maturity, that we learn as children, but forget as we get older. Or maybe we are just born that way as children. Maybe children are just the purest, most untouched forms of our souls.
Maybe somewhere deep inside, beyond all the heartbreak and bull****, is a little child deep inside that the world tells us to suppress. That child sees a world of wonder and beauty. Babies obviously have flaws. They're afraid of everything, and something is always making them cry, but babies are the most resilient little humans. Sure they'll cry, but two seconds later, they're laughing their butts off, because you said, "Peekaboo!" Babies enjoy things, truly enjoy them, and don't even get me started on the unconditional love thing. Babies(and animals) love the crap out of you. They always want to be around you, don't notice all the mistakes you're making, or the fact that sometimes you don't know what the heck you are doing. All they see is you trying, and loving them, and thats enough. Not to mention that they're still crazy about you. When did we forget to love like that? When did we become so shrewd, and judgmental. We could learn a lot from babies. We could learn to not close off our hearts, even when we've been wronged, to love openly and unashamedly, to love people just for being themselves and not expecting anything in return. To view the world with awe. To see the beauty and wonder in everything and everyone. To giggle and laugh so hard, your face turns red. To just enjoy the moment instead of worrying about the future. Just be in the present. If those things are what the world classifies as "immature" then i'll take it.
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