I took my grand mom with me to mass this
morning, we were off at half past 10:00am and I was having quite an annoying
war with my sniffles as for the whole christened celebration I was fighting the
fact that sooner or later my nose would drip with some wet goo from the bowels
of my nose.
I was all ears for the priest’s message when
a group of mothers came by behind me looking for a seat since none are found
around. I took my own and offered it, she was young, skinny but her features
seems to disagree quite for her age, she was in her early 30’s, a close form of
lumpy belly surrounds her a bit but not too frail to be called fat, she thanked
me for the seat and offered it to another woman, a little older than her as so
with her looks, I’ll fight off a good age that she’d be hitting later on 30’s
too for some consolation.
I’d assume, it were the fair lady’s kids they
were both carrying. I never paid much attention at them even they were behind
me mumbling over the little girl to behave herself far older than two being cuddled; I was smiling as they try
to hush her down. I was on the mass when this tugging came to me… and there it
was, the cute baby girl the fair lady was carrying was doing doodle-ish stuff
on my pants making it look like she was yanking at it. I looked at her and she
was more delighted into doing what she enjoys than minding off what it may be
affecting me. All I can do was just smile.
It struck me quick. I don’t what hit me. But seeing
that child was more of something than actually having one. There was a simple
joy in her smile, something that many of us barely even knew now, some of us
may still have a trace of that kind of innocence somehow it gets lost amongst
the clutter of age and maturity. A gentle yet contending smile that little baby
girl has.
I don’t how to either put an end to this
entry or just exemplify the thought of starting it, the thing is, that baby
girl struck me with what innocence she has, the fullness of it all,
spontaneous, unbound and pure. Something that made me think… something that was
for my own joy to appreciate such infantile perfection.
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