Like a Prayer

There was that time when I thought being around kids was chaotic and an utter brain-scrammer; but I'm proved wrong; not just by anybody, but a toddler himself! 

I perceived babies as a bag of poo, pee, and goo! There is a lot of responsibility tied around them—nursing them every so many hours, cleaning them, massaging them well before a bath, given them a nice, short but sweet wash; to summarize, never letting them out of sight even for a millisecond even; 'cause a lot can happen in that. So, it's not just the cute looks and gurgles; get the picture? I take back all that I imagined right up to now.

Save what I was saying, there's a whole different ballgame to that. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever gather there's more to that which meets the eye. Yes, having a baby is exciting; looking after one, a delicate affair to be handled with nimble fingers. Oh no, I ain't overdoing it. This is true. Tried and tested; not on me, but with my adorable, lovable, huggable, cuddly nephew. He is like this magic box with loads of happiness, joy, hope, love, laughter, all rolled into one big sausage roll! You never know which swirl of what flavor of sauce he is gonna top off his cute little act with; I speak in a metaphoric sense, in case it all seems a bit literal. 

He's nothing short of a blockbuster entertainment-guaranteed movie. I could just be with him for eons without an agenda. And the best thing—I know we are not gonna be judged on anything we do or say. I can just be my silly self with him—sing crazy numbers, dance to crazy tunes, and look like a total freak; he couldn't care less. He just values his time with me, my folks, just as we do with him. He might seem vulnerable, but in truth, much stronger in ways that words could ever describe. He is my little saving grace. 

"A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men"
~Martin Fraquhar Tupper