As I was pouring over all of the Christmas photos that I’ve taken thus far (that’s right, we still have one more celebration to go), I came across these of my niece. She is an absolute sweetheart. Hardly makes a peep other than the occasional “coo” when you make her smile. She is a petite little thing, yet has those irresistible cheeks that I just want to eat up. She is a doll. She really only gets upset if she has her pacifier in her mouth and she loses it. My sister is actually hoping that she might find her thumb so eventually she can learn to soothe herself.
I held her in my arms as she slept this past weekend and thought to myself that if I could have another one with a temperament like hers I’d be tempted to do it all over again. Then I looked at my two playing independently and suddenly felt very content. Content holding my niece, content with my two.
It’s a powerful feeling, almost like a wave rushing over you, when contentment comes and takes a hold of you. After many years I’m finally starting to get what that word means. It’s a learning process. Like teaching a baby how to soothe herself. You give her the pacifier until she spits it out and eventually she finds her own little thumb, something that was there all along. It’s often how it goes with contentment, is it not? You search and search for something to give you peace until you discover that it was right in front of you the whole time.