Tuesday, December 19, 2006
♥ Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Babies.
Sometimes babies are the most enlightening creatures that you'll ever meet. In their eyes you see the innocence that was once in yours, the ignorance that you emptied the first day you went to school. You see in them what your parents saw in you the first day you came into the world, the eyes, the mouth, the hands, the feet; but most importantly, you see dreams.
Dreams that your parents had for you, as you did for the baby, no matter whose he was or what he was, but dreams. To grow up happily, or to get into Harvard, or to find love someday; any one of these dreams could be any parent's. But whichever dream they had they'd always make the most out of his childhood.
Especially when he's still a baby.
And perhaps that's the reason why I envy babies. Parents don't yell at you, no one expects anything from you, and you just have all the time to while away, in your cot or eating away. Although yes, at that time you might wish to grow faster, so that you can do things yourself and make your own decisions. But it's not until you reach adulthood when you finally realise you don't want to grow up. You want to be a baby again.
I just came back from a mountain trip with my twin baby cousins. During the whole journey I never failed to be amused by their adorable-ness, their innocence, their ignorance, their bliss. The cuteness in their actions, faces, the way they talk and the way they think; their innocence of not knowing too much about the world around them and to just concentrate on growing up; their ignorance of the things happening and not needing to care; and their bliss of their ignorance and their innocence altogether to form something their parents love them for.
Them. That's true, parents love the babies for them, not for their cuteness, or their innocence, or their adorable-ness. Neither their bliss. True, people like me might envy these babies for all the things that they possess, they have. But in the end I love the babies for their own different characters, personalities. Each baby is like a priceless treasure which God blessed us with. And neither of them should be denied the chance of a happy childhood, and neither should they be denied of the chance to even live.
Perhaps that's what I like about babysitting. Seeing the kids running around, talking in their own words, smiling like the world will never end - one hour of this is enough to brighten my day, to while away all the troubles I have as a teenager. A big sister to the children, someone to look for when anyone lands in the police office for anything, when someone gets in trouble with his parents; someone to look for when you need a helping hand.
And that's what I try to be for them. A sister but not a preacher.
And I hope I'm doing it right.
