Tiny Human
She came into the world quiet, with her eyes open. She looked at us knowingly. She'd been here before. There was wisdom in those little eyes, and she knew she'd landed with her people. She didn't cry for hours after she was born. Not until her first experience of the coldness of the open world and the first pang of hunger, did she shed a tear.
While her mum was in surgery, I held her and kept her warm. I played J5 for her. Holding her, rocking her, and keeping her warm until her mother could take her.
It is wild to me that we can just have babies (for some people it's easy to have them too). But when you're lucky enough to get pregnant, and lucky enough for the little thing to be born you can just have them. Take them home and turn them into adult humans that go off into the world.
She learned to ride a bike this year. Her first step towards being free and moving out into the world. Her learning to ride was hard for me. Which feels backwards but it is hard not to see the potential in your child, and not believe they can do anything. So, when she struggled with confidence I over compensated for it, which was, obviously, not encouraging for her. Despite this, she succeeded and perhaps this is the way of things.
I cried as I watched to ride off around the park.
These early years don't last long. Although the sleep is minimal, time for your self is close to gone, and dinner takes too long, it will pass.