I got to babysit the other day. It was wonderful. The baby was just a few months old, so full of life and so full of curiosity. She noticed everything. Soaking up her world like a sponge soaks up water.
My first duty was to feed her some peas and oatmeal. It did not look very appetizing. So I tasted it. I wondered why we feed babies food that we wouldn’t eat. But she ate it, and through smiles and oatmeal and peas dribbling off her chin we had a conversation. She with bright eyes and me just beaming with smiles that only come when you look into a baby’s eyes! What we talked about didn’t matter. I think I told her a silly story, but she listened to me and I listened to every little sound she made in response.
There is something about a baby that reminds us how special is life. As I held her after her playtime, prior to her nap, I thought of my own children, their smiles, and the memories washed over me. She wanted to sleep, but she wanted to stay awake. Finally sleep won and she fell asleep in my arms.
Write a story about a baby and think about the wonder of a new life, the newness of the baby’s life and the way in which they experience the world around them. Ask yourself what the baby sees, thinks, and feels.