One day our first born was crying around 7am. It was a Saturday
morning. The Friday night prior we were up late watching a movie and we were both just wiped. My wife was out. I don’t think an earthquake would’ve waken her. I rolled out of bed, staggered to his room, picked him up only to find a readjusted diaper, a wet blanket & the smell of a locker room in the air. I caressed his head, picked him up & cradled him over to the changing table. I proceeded to move accordingly as I had a fool proof system. Stick the pacifier in his mouth, removed diaper & quickly wipe & add new diaper all in one motion as the air sensitivity to release the water seal in his plumbing system would always spark a fountain of fluid that was never dodgable.
I wrapped him in a new blanket; meandered downstairs and sat in “the chair” with him, his milk & a glass for me (I prefer the bovine kind).
It is in that moment that I felt more alive than ever before. I hold in my arms life. Every breath although faint & quiet, every movement, every noise & every shared look of interest screamed quietly—I AM ALIVE!
It is funny, it all started with a cry. His cry declared to the world I am still alive after a night of sleep.
His cry said he needed some help.
His cry said life was uncomfortable at the moment.
His cry begged for comfort & relief from his current situation.
His cry was what got my attention.
What about our cries.
What do they communicate?
Friday, November 03, 2006
Book Work Excerpt
Here is a little segment from the book writing adventure i have started....
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