For the game of creation, my brothers (and sisters), a sacred “Yes” is needed. -Niezsche
(photo caption: Amara thoroughly enjoys being diaper free. The effect of her newest smile/ squeal/ nose scrunch combination is curiously reminiscent of a highly pleased piglet.)
With the exception of kicking with the freedom of nudity, Amara loves nothing more than going for walks. She peers out of her carrier with her hands clenching the outer swatch of cloth, her eyes wide and her mouth in a perfect circle. She’s impressed.
Smiles and coos convey her content as she “converses” with us. She trusts. When she cries, it is because she is needy. No manipulation or false pretenses. While she is not a placid baby, many little ones are innately what Colombians would call “uncomplicated.”
The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a self-propelled wheel, a first movement, a sacred “Yes.” For the game of creation, my brothers (and sisters), a sacred “Yes” is needed. (Niezsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra)
Amara provides a new lease on life in
At a time when I was tired and settling into a lens of painful memory, Amara’s smile and “sacred ‘Yes!’” came to us from a creative place untouched by offenses and suffering. I’m sometimes amused by how happy I’ve been lately as I experience life anew with and through her. But besides a new mother, I’m a human rights defender. I’m dedicated to recording wrongs and keeping alive the memory of injury in a land of impunity. Reports urge readers to Pay attention! Remember! The experiences of my new identity question my former self. What is proper remembering? Would there be any such thing as divine forgetting in
It’s lovely to slip into Amara’s world untainted by evil, but how to strike a balance? How to honor “the memory of wrongdoing needed as an instrument of justice and a shield of injustice” and simultaneously “…reach towards the world of love” which is reconciliation? These are the words of Miroslov Volf, author of “The End of Memory: Remembering Rightly in a Violent World.” He’s spurring on my thinking these days while my little teacher nurses, as evidenced by the white spray across the book jacket.
Time for an abrupt transition, as the little one is stirring. Thanks to little Amara for this opportunity to focus on a dimension of
Here are some more pictures of my little teacher and sweet pea.
Above: Waking smiles. Jess and I may have a harder time than she does when Amara leaves our “family bed.” You can imagine the joy and love springing deep within when waking to this smile.
Above: Babes from the Tuesday morning play group through PROCREAR, the home birth "with dignity" organization that has accompanied Amara through it all. We both love it, right Amara? ...Yes, she is the pink, wailing baby.
Above: Amara coos and squeals her delight with this Infant Stim-Mobile ® , making me a believer in age appropriate toys.