While at my friends wedding recently, I was sitting on our big tongan picnic mat -at least 5 metres of woven coconut palm -under the spreading Morton Bay fig, and a little girl around 2 years old wandered up to me and plonked herself in my cross legged lap. I had spied her earlier. How could I not? Her dad was Sri Lankan and her mother a whitey like me...... Dark curls and big dark eyes........ and I thought "Can I borrow you for a little while? I just need to know what it is like to hold someone like you."
In truth I am sure that neither she nor her parents would particurlarly appreciate a stranger holding and kissing and crying over her.
But for that little moment, it felt, so ........ right.
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I've had moments like that... usually when I spy toddlers who are of Indian origin or samoan or kiwi... I stare in a kind of awe, knowing our baby girl would have similar overtones, similar big gooey black eyes... usually the parents are good with this. I wait for the day when they look at me with suspicion, as you arguably would if you saw a big brown woman with tattoos staring at your kids.
The moment sounds perfect.
Wish we had our little angel toddlers.
One day.
One day.
I have that with babies sometimes. It's hard to hold them, but yet feels so right... We have a friend whose daughter was born around the birth of our twins. Holding her kills me, but... I can't help it. Recently another person we know had a little girl, a few days after Alexander, and Peter's cousins had twins (sadly only one little boy survived) 4 days before Alex. Seeing him was really hard but good too... Sometimes I think they are saying "Mommy, we're here, too." :) At least, I hope...
I had painful/exhilarating moments like that, too. I bet it felt exquisite to have her sit in your lap, even for just a few moments.
It's so strange how some children are so in tuned to our thoughts. I swear they follow me sometimes, grab my hand and look up at me with eyes that penetrate my soul.
borrowed baby love can be a beautiful thing. even if our arms are empty in the end, for those moments it can be precious.
I avoided babies like the plague and held no baby or young child from the time I held Ernest until I held LB. Perhaps I missed out.
I'm glad you enjoyed a moment. I continue to wish for you an over abundance of moments.
Awww, what an amazing moment. I do believe that kids have another sense about them that makes them know what we need. She was there (in your lap) because she knew.
Reading this actually made me smile, I picture you sitting and smiling at her. I know it was only for a moment, but as we know moments can last a lifetime.
What a prefectly captured moment. Very touching.
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