__Part 1: JOY & SORROW__
It was around 3am…
When I learned that the
Sweetest Joy
Could, simultaneously, be the
Bitterest Sorrow
As I held my newborn son, Ezra
Close to my chest [Joy]
As he was (inconsolably) screaming his head off
Just below my right ear! [Sorrow]
But, oh, Ezra himself is a single joy
Who outweighs 10,000 sorrows!
And his parents CANNOT IMAGINE
Life without him
(Though our bodies ache to know, again,
The comforts
And rest
Our past life afforded us)
---
__Part 2: THE BABIES ON THE PORCH__
We COULD NOT WAIT to introduce Ezra
To everyone (and anyone)!
And the first time we took him outside
Onto the front porch
To meet the neighbors,
The most curious thing happened:
The one-and-a-half year old neighbor girl, Remi –
Short for “Remington” (yes, named after the rifle!) –
Hobbled over with her Daddy,
And pointed to Ezra, and said, “Baby!”
And I smiled
And said
(In a high-pitched, baby-talk voice),
“Yeah, he’s a Baby…”
---
__Part 3: “BABIES” TO BABIES__
Later, I was replaying this interaction
In my head –
Amused by the irony
Of the situation:
That this one-and-a-half year old BABY
Identified a thing
Smaller and younger than HERSELF
As a “Baby!”
And I wondered if she knows that
SHE too is a Baby –
If she ever looks in the mirror,
And points to HERSELF,
And says,
“Baby!”
---
__Part 4: BABY GIRLS & BABY DOLLS__
And then, I recalled
Having witnessed this ironic phenomenon before…
…As I watched our friend’s little girl, Addy,
Pushing her baby doll in a toy stroller
Around her house
As if it was her Baby
And I thought about how amazing it is
That “pre-programmed” into little girls
Is the nurturing and emotional concern of
A Mother,
And that, it’s not uncommon to find
Baby girls
Pretending to be Mommy’s to their
Baby dolls
---
__Part 5: THIS “BABY”__
And then, I thought about myself
In relation to my Heavenly Father –
Who, in His Infinite Character,
And Bigness,
And Greater-Than-Us-Ness,
Is so unutterably HIGH above (and beyond) me…
And a thought popped into my head –
In the form of an absurd question:
“Are we all just ‘playing with dolls’?”
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
__Part 1: JOY & SORROW__
It was around 3am…
When I learned that the
Sweetest Joy
Could, simultaneously, be the
Bitterest Sorrow
As I held my newborn son, Ezra
Close to my chest [Joy]
As he was (inconsolably) screaming his head off
Just below my right ear! [Sorrow]
But, oh, Ezra himself is a single joy
Who outweighs 10,000 sorrows!
And his parents CANNOT IMAGINE
Life without him
(Though our bodies ache to know, again,
The comforts
And rest
Our past life afforded us)
---
__Part 2: THE BABIES ON THE PORCH__
We COULD NOT WAIT to introduce Ezra
To everyone (and anyone)!
And the first time we took him outside
Onto the front porch
To meet the neighbors,
The most curious thing happened:
The one-and-a-half year old neighbor girl, Remi –
Short for “Remington” (yes, named after the rifle!) –
Hobbled over with her Daddy,
And pointed to Ezra, and said, “Baby!”
And I smiled
And said
(In a high-pitched, baby-talk voice),
“Yeah, he’s a Baby…”
---
__Part 3: “BABIES” TO BABIES__
Later, I was replaying this interaction
In my head –
Amused by the irony
Of the situation:
That this one-and-a-half year old BABY
Identified a thing
Smaller and younger than HERSELF
As a “Baby!”
And I wondered if she knows that
SHE too is a Baby –
If she ever looks in the mirror,
And points to HERSELF,
And says,
“Baby!”
---
__Part 4: BABY GIRLS & BABY DOLLS__
And then, I recalled
Having witnessed this ironic phenomenon before…
…As I watched our friend’s little girl, Addy,
Pushing her baby doll in a toy stroller
Around her house
As if it was her Baby
And I thought about how amazing it is
That “pre-programmed” into little girls
Is the nurturing and emotional concern of
A Mother,
And that, it’s not uncommon to find
Baby girls
Pretending to be Mommy’s to their
Baby dolls
---
__Part 5: THIS “BABY”__
And then, I thought about myself
In relation to my Heavenly Father –
Who, in His Infinite Character,
And Bigness,
And Greater-Than-Us-Ness,
Is so unutterably HIGH above (and beyond) me…
And a thought popped into my head –
In the form of an absurd question:
“Are we all just ‘playing with dolls’?”
.
Are we all just pushing proverbial "strollers" in a cosmic "nursery"?
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