I observed in wonder as I reflected upon the reasons why I travel for hours to be in the presence of this baby. As a grandmother, I fight the inclination to say that he's extraordinary. He is to me, but I know he's just a baby doing the things babies do and in that sense he is ordinary, normal, just a human fulfilling the blueprint for human development.
So, why do I find him mesmerizing? I think it's because of his innocence, which is actually a form of wisdom I have long forgotten and now struggle to relearn.
"It is the nature of babies to be in bliss."
Baby is my guru. He is the perfect model for me to learn how to live a spiritual life. He is aware of his surroundings and appreciates all he sees. He knows true freedom and laughs and cries as the emotions strike with no attempt to disguise them or bury them.
He knows when enough is enough and its time to rest.
He lives in wonder and is a wonder himself. I treasure the moments in which I can immerse myself in his innocence. It reminds me that Heaven is what we make it - a touch, a place, a thought, a prayer, a being, a baby.
"A baby is God's opinion that life should go on."