She settled the wriggling infant on her knees as she bounced him up and down. She placed her hand in front of him and immediately he stared at her fingers with the innocent fascination that only a child can have as they focus on the most plain of objects. She held her son close as he awkwardly grabbed at her fingers, stopping only as he was lost in the dazzling sparkles of her engagement and wedding band set. He was soon back to his flailing and repeated the cycle. Both were content to stay in this idyllic moment, the innocence of youth and the warm safe embrace of a mother.
She closed her eyes as she rested her head against his, inhaling the pure baby smell he gave.
She let her mind wander to the future...to his future. What ideas would he give birth to? She hoped he had the curiosity of his mother and the courage of his father as he grew. For ideas were the foundations of life and movement as one followed their destiny. Ideas created movement and flow and helped a child learn and grow. Ideas in adults, once rooted were hard to shake free from. If you didn’t pursue it, the dying idea would haunt you as it’s light faded in your soul, your own inner child mourning the dying light.
As she nuzzled close to him she wished her soul would speak to his, somehow instilling in him the desire to always pursue his dreams, to never give up and always push forward.
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