. . .and then I remembered.
I held a friend’s baby this morning. She was busying herself with her bottle glancing around the noisy room. . .and then she looked into me.
It was a deep soul searching and sifting look, penetrating and intense. I found myself compelled to confess my wickedness to relieve the shame, reminding myself that she’s just a baby not a priest. But still I sat waiting for her approval, a smile or blink or something to let me know the evaluation was complete. She cringed instead signaling the need to burp.
I was left feeling inadequate and exposed, until at last a reprieve of droopy eyes.
Ahhhh. . .just a baby. . .she’s just a baby.