It is the wonder of a babe, so small and so powerless yet paradoxically so big and powerful at the same time.
With my mother's Alzheimer, her days are often spent in bed. Yet everytime her great grandson comes to visit, a big change in her is so noticeable. Lucas is just six months old but he is able to lit up the face of mama by his presence. It is like new life had been added to her failing energy. Her eyes are aglow just looking at the little babe. When Lucas chuckles, mama is just so happy. She would join in the singing of ABC and giving out her finger for Lucas' grasp. For my sister, baby Lucas takes away the stresses of the busyness of daily life.
We know the demands of caring for a toddler but such a wonder how much a little babe can do. New life, another miracle of life welcomed in our world bonds us together. We gather round the baby, we are all looking at the same person, in spite of our differences.
Maybe looking at a toddler, we are subconsciously reminded where we began and at the same time what we aspire- a vibrance of life, a purity, a receptivity to being cared and loved.
Maybe, there is that someone fresh from God and stirring in us the inate desire to be with in the end of our journey.
Maybe, there is that renewed call to love when we so often forget to love those who have been around because they have hurt us, disappointed us or even repulsed us.
Or perhaps, it is just the utter cuteness of little babes that makes us smile.
One thing is for sure, it is life - a gift to be unravelled, a purpose to fulfill, a part of God's divine plam for humanity.
