Babyvision

chase  ·  Mon, Dec 21, 2015

This evening I ended up on the bed, lying on my side while Milo was on her belly. She was crawling toward the crook of my arm, and as she got closer and closer, she ended up being just an inch or two from my face. Then I moved my arm back, and she crawled some more, and I moved my arm back again, and so on. This became increasingly awkward; I ended up hanging halfway off the edge of the bed.

But I kept doing it because being that close to Milo made me feel like I was inside her head. Every new piece of skin or hair or blanket, every new light, every new shadow that she noticed, I noticed. I felt how hard — and how joyful — it was to crawl each inch. I felt what it was like to be new. I felt what it was like to be my daughter, and at the same time to be me, and at the same time to be together for this epic, tiny little struggle, this whole world that was us on a bed one evening in one little room.