I’ve spent the last 12 days largely in the company of a three-month old sensei.
I mean that in the literal sense.
When children ask us where babies come from, we often answer with as much biological precision as we can muster.
Sometimes I think we’d be better served if that conversation went the other way.
Imagine what we’d learn if we asked babies where they came from, if we could read all that newborns are trying to tell us with their deep, expressive eyes.
They might describe a circle of life that’s a lot more eternal than the one we talk about here.
Babies convey hope for this world, for sure, and also, I think, for the world beyond.
They laugh with their whole little bodies and encourage you to laugh too. This world would be a much happier place if everyone could pause their stressful lives and hug a baby every now and then.
I’m leaving New Jersey today a little bit sleep deprived and so very grateful for the time I got to spend with my little bagels.
