There is an honesty in the eyes of the babies I connect with. A purity. A kind sense of self, of exploration, of curiosity. It’s almost as if every single time they give you that moment they are drinking in everything that surrounds them.
This honesty is a gift. When those eyes see you, and I mean truly see you (not just look at you), the feeling is electric. Palpable. It’s exposing. It might be a wide eyed stare of awe (something this soulful little man was so amazingly meant for) reaching deep into you heart, the beat of which feels like crashing waves on the sand. Or, it could be a giggle, the cautious smile or the big gigantic belly aching laugh from simply letting it all go and being swept up in a moment of sheer joy.
Whatever it is, it comes from the heart. There’s no faking it. That honesty is as tender, considered and important as anything.
