Thursday, January 31, 2013
She's so much a part of me -formed from me, grown in me... She hates being away from me. Putting her down is hardly an option. We co-sleep, we co-live, we co-everything.
And I like it.
She's my barnacle. And yeah -technically, that makes me the whale. But let's not think about that.
I love watching my baby follow her instincts. They're all she knows.
When she's hungry, she eats.
When she's sleepy, she sleeps.
When she's uncomfortable, she cries.
Her's is a life of ultimate simplicity.
When did I forget?
When did I stop following my instincts?
When did I start ignoring my gut?
My baby is completely dependent on me for her well-being. She relies on her parent.
Somewhere along the Line of Life, I drifted away from my dependency on my Father in Heaven, and I shifted it to dependency on the Natural Man.
Making my way back has been a painful journey.
But the longing keeps me going -the longing for confidence, for trust in myself, for simplicity...
She reminds me.