Warm clothes, a heaping of blankets. Tucked up in the pram, heads together.
We wonder what you see as we push you about the town. Of course, we know what you see – sun, sky, branches, birds, clouds – but what does it mean to you? What do you recognise about this world that has been handed to you? What will you make of it as you grow?
I think about all of these things as we walk. I think about who you could become in time (and we all like to think that our babies have all the time in the world). So many possibilities. So much opportunity. I hope that we never fail you. I hope that you never fail yourself. I hope that when you fall down, you will pick yourself up and dust yourself down and continue walking.
I hope that just sometimes, somebody else picks you up and kisses your broken knees.
I hope that the sun will always shine for you, that the sky is always blue, that the branches always bud with the promise of Spring, the birds are many and varied, that the clouds make strange and fascinating shapes for you.
I hope that everything will make sense to you in time. I hope that you will grow to love this terrifying, wonderful world. I hope that you will take it in your fists and bend it around you, that you make something beautiful of it.
I hope that you will always have each other.