Last week I babysat for my niece's little five-month-old son when her regular babysitter wasn't available. Babies are very special creatures.
This little guy is about as mellow as they come, rarely making any noises that remotely resemble crying, only fussing a bit when hungry or tired. I didn't have to entertain him much, truthfully picking him up and playing wih him as much for my own entertainment as for his, and it reminded me of how easy it is for these low-maintenance babies to be left to their own devices. I remember with my own (I had some of each type) I always felt guilty about the easy ones because they never got as much attention as the fussy ones.
There was a moment on the second day of watching him - he was sitting in his baby seat, cooing and amusing himself, and I sat watching him. So many things were going through my mind, about my own babies and the years I was totally consumed by them; about babies in general and how special they are; and about how quickly times goes. He fell asleep in his seat and his face, totally angelic in rest, made my heart melt. There is nothing more special in life than a baby. It's like a promise from God, a peek at the future, a gift to the world. And I remember the scripture verse about letting the children come unto Him and I realized that Christ had the same feeling for them as I do. I can't help but believe that there will be a special kind of hell in store for those of the world who harm children.
It was such a treat to have him with me for a couple days. It made me hopeful for the world again.