I got a feeling a just can’t shake.
Last fall I was at a football game. I was standing by a kind man that was carrying his baby in one of those nifty baby slings. At first I admired the fabric. Then I started noticing the baby. Boy did he look cozy in there.
I am not sure if it was because I was tired, or because I didn’t get held enough as a child (due to a broken collar bone at birth which was due to my broad shoulders which by the way still tend to get stuck in tight spaces)…or maybe because it had been summer I hadn’t lounged enough (lounging more is always one of my goals at the first of the year) anyway from that moment on a thought came to me that I haven’t been able to shake…I started dreaming of being held in a baby bjorn by a freshly scented giant man. Every time I see a baby in a sling or baby bjorn I find myself feeling jealous of the little one.
And I have to silently remind myself that I had my run about 30 years back and should have appreciated it back then and at this point in my life it is time to be the giant. I am trying, but it is still hard for me…I guess it is true you don't know what you have until it is gone.
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