Baby again please?

When I see babies what comes to my mind first is innocence, purity and joy…

Exactly 3 weeks into the new year 2020, God blessed our neighbor with a bundle of joy and I was thrilled to being an ‘aunt’ again.  I’d check up on him every morning, noon and night… I’d sing to him, dance with him and talk with him…  Yes, it’s that serious…

Oh!  I just love babies… 😍

One sweet evening, after a hectic sewing project, I dashed into my neighbor’s house to ‘relieve stress’… ‘cos these little ones just know how to get the best of me… and as soon as I picked up my darling, I felt my stress released, tension loosened and I became mushy too…

Then I pondered on the difference between how I felt minutes ago and at that moment; how stressful being an adult is, how much peace comes with just being a baby (all they do is eat, cry, sleep and repeat… no pressure, no over thinking, there’s barely any struggle and there’s excess pampering too)

And in that moment,
holding ‘my’ darling child,
I felt like being a baby again,
I felt like being pampered,
I felt like having no care in the world
just excess peace and quiet
‘cos after all God is the neighborhood right?…