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November 24, 2004
Little Things
Last night, in the dim light of a pediatric ward, I had the opportunity to hold and feed Dimsum. While I had smushed, cuddled him, and ate his cheeks several times before, this was the first time I had ever fed such a young child.
Cradling his little nine pounds in the crook of my arm and holding the bottle to his tiny mouth, I watched his alert eyes search the room, settling on my face, staring intensely. I observed his minute features, which in these short few weeks have become so refined, and began to notice the transformation from newborn to infant. His little arms flailed about, his legs and feet kicked and curled. It was inarguably one of the most precious moments of my life thus far, perhaps matched only by the moment that, at some point, I would hold, feed, and observe my own child.
Near midnight, I walked down 7th Avenue toward the apartment, breathing in deeply the chilled air, noting the enormity of the city juxtaposed against this tiny being, this amazing little boy who transforms with every second, who grows, learns, and wisens with each experience that touches him.
Indeed, that is the preciousness of life, summed up by little things.
Posted by callalillie at November 24, 2004 8:05 AM | Introspect
, La Familia
You mean he gets wiser, right. He has about 70 years before he starts to wizen.
Posted by: littlethomas at November 24, 2004 10:00 AM
I thought mom and baby had gone home...is he ok?
Posted by: Cynthia at November 24, 2004 11:19 AM
ah yes, bleary eyes. typo.
he is sick, but hopefully will be better soon.
Posted by: corie at November 24, 2004 11:31 AM
