Sunday, January 2, 2011

we start out as 2 cells and then we grow, grow, grow

i have waited so long for this. what was glimpsed in dreams is a daily reality now. soothing you, changing you, sitting near while you sleep, giving you to your mom for feeding. what i do matters to someone, finally.

you are really another me. as you are brand new, so also is my life made new again.

1 comment:

  1. A brief, moving song of the selfless self. My take is that enormity of an infant's needs seem to rapidly diminish when met with the nervously unconditional love of someone who may perceive his worth to another for the first time, but us actually seeing a more tangible proof that the worth has been there all along.

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