Apr 10, 2008 20:33
Definitely not maternal instincts kicking in, but for the past few days I've had the pleasure of coming home to a wee bairn. Such warmth and joy! One can't help it when someone so adorable is thrilled to see you. Her loose french braid falls below the nape of her neck and soft curls frame the pretty face. It lights up as she races towards me and throws her little arms around my waist.
I've always admired a particular friend at uni who is fantastic with young patients, always treating each child according to their age (there is too much uneccesary patronising, cooing and coaxing at the hospital). The trick is to try and remember what it was like when you were that young and how you preferred to be treated. Well duh. But. Tricky.
Last night she came home late from a dinner party, and stood by my bedroom door peering sadly at me while I slept. I am unsure how long Bambino was standing there for, but upon seeing her, I immediately gathered her up in my arms, put her in bed and gave her a big cuddle. As she lay there watching lights from my lamp dance across the walls and the ceiling, troubles that tinge the corners of my mind seemed to melt away. I found the effect this little person had on me profoundly curious.