I got to spend part of the day with my friend’s (almost) one year old daughter today. While I was giving her a bottle before her afternoon nap, she looked up at me with her big brown eyes and stared at my face. She just kept staring right at me and I felt like everything in the world was okay.
I was okay.
There is just something about children and the way they look at the world with such sincere curiosity. It’s alarmingly comforting to me.
Of course, as they get older those eyes see more and store more and their gaze is not as innocent as it started out. It happens to us all, somewhere in those first few years on this planet.
I don’t really remember what it is like to look at something or someone and simply behold them, like my friends daughter did with me today.
Instead, behind my eyes is often skepticism, self-doubt, mixed motives, fear.
But oh, to see the world as a child does, to accept a person for who they are and not for what they’ve done or haven’t done, to trust without fear, to cry without shame, to eat without worrying about the next meal.
I desire that kind of abandon.