My Baby’s Pain
I watched in nervous marvel as my baby daughter insisted to venture from crawling to walking undaunted by hundreds of prior failed attempts. Pulling herself up, she stumbles, tilts and bonks her head on the coffee table. Ouch. That one hurt.
Her piercing cry penetrates my very soul.
There is a millisecond flash of stunned confusion on her angelic face as this strange unwelcome thing called ‘pain’ registers in her budding new brain. Then her pure-white innocence twists red as the incomprehensible injustice blooms a stinging discomfort across her blameless forehead. Yow!