This weekend we had the most loveliest of visitors. My sister’s friend came round to show us their 6 months old baby. I held her in my arms, and I was transported back to the time when I was a young mother, holding my own baby in my arms, kissing her, as if trying to implant my lips unto her skin. She smells just like Luna used to smell. The smell that is undeniably fresh and comforting, a smell like no other, it is the smell of innocence, the aroma of a pure mind, a pristine canvas still new and eager to become a unique entity.

I held her above me and felt the child within me come alive again, she is so real, so deliciously brand new, still untarnished by the cruel and harsh ways of the world. Her only worry is whether her milk, diaper, sleep, and touch will be given to her. That is all she needs to be happy, not a Big car, a Big house, a Big Job, or a Big wage. She has yet to discover the joys and sorrows of love and life. It’s irony and its sheer luck is still far away from her tiny understanding, yet in the first year of her life, she will learn to crawl, walk, run, eat with utensils, start to speak and the ultimate trick on how to get what she needs(cry).

I bring her down so as to be able to smell her tiny fragile fingers, all the while hoping to absorb that unique baby aroma. The scent that cannot be imitated, its their unique trademark of innocence. An aroma that once again takes me back to the year when my little angel was born and I wonder am I getting broody, am I suddenly getting the urge to have another baby, to bring another human being into this world. To raise another magical entity. To start another journey with a tiny companion who will undoubtedly teach me more than I can teach her/him. Deep in this thought and slowly leaning towards this idea she suddenly cries, and instantly I am back to reality, now is not the time, not just yet, but soon, very soon…..I give her back to her dad, forgetting to thank both of them for letting me share a memorable trip into the wonderful realms of Babyland.

Thank you ….