I looked at a photo of a teeny, tiny newborn today - the son of an acquaintance, born across yonder Big Pond just this week. The photo is exquisite. No silly frou frou or bows or backdrops or anything. Just a great photo of this babe's face. I was mesmerized. I could look at this photo for hours and hours, pondering his baby-ness, and his wise elder-hood, some many decades from now. What will he learn in Third Grade? And as a Senior in High School, what will he know about technology? And history? About friendship and trust? And religion?
This kid is indeed a tabula rasa (blank slate). What his parents and elders lay upon him is great. I hope they fulfill him with Nature. Humor. Creativity. My plan would be lots of Christianity.
His tiny closed eyes: I hope they open wide to the nature around him, and he holds that dear and close. I hope he looks behind him for lessons, and forward to improvement of his life and of this world. I hope this little tyke embraces all the changes that, perhaps, I will not ever know. In 1903, the Wright Brother made their first "powered' flight . (They had gliders going way earlier than the "powered" airplane.) And fast-forward into our new millennium, there are reaches to Mars. Imagine that. My childhood embraced the Moon Walk.
And so, I look at this babe, this photo, and think: "I will never know."
Such a great thing, babes.