By Ellyn Mantell
Watching babies is so compelling and breathtaking. I never seem to get my fill. I am not speaking of taking care of babies, not at this point in my life. I have done my share, between babysitting as a pre-teen and teenager, raising my daughters, and helping to care for my grandchildren. Those were all cherished moments. But as a septuagenarian, babies somehow look different to me today. Yes, they are all beautiful, plump, and cherubic, and they appear to have the softest and most wonderfully scented skin. I, of course, am not in a position to actually feel or smell the beautiful strangers, but I take note of all of this. What is the most magnetic, however, is their wonder, and it is that wonder that keeps me mesmerized.
When we began to travel by plane, I noticed the friendly skies were filled with young families. Observing them, I found myself grateful for not having to carry or transport a car seat, stroller, diaper bag, etc. These families seemed to simply roll with the myriad of cumbersome items necessary to care for their infants or toddlers. Those days were clearly in my rearview mirror. Once we were seated, however, I began to look around at them and watched their interaction. Cuddling, snuggling, and nuzzling aside, these families were involved in entertaining and educating their young. Many spoke with their children as if they understood some concepts I had a difficult time imagining they did.
Continuing to observe and study the families, I saw the electronic devices pulled from their diaper bags (which were much more elaborate and glamorous, or simply more utilitarian than in my mama days). What caught my interest and pleasure was the attention and delight of the babies and toddlers! Immediately, after their initial excitement at seeing the “toys” they became calm, attentive, and clearly interested in what was in front of them. Continuing to peer into “a day in the life” of the family, I noticed that the tiniest little fingers grasped for the devices, and at only months old, began to touch and even make swiping motions. Was it my imagination, or did they even wait to hear a positive word from their parent?
My happiest trips include having a family sit near me so I can continue to observe this new life exploring their surroundings. The transition from the open space in the airport to confinement in a seat on their parent’s lap is made easily by being held securely by mom or dad. It still amazes me that babies and toddlers will pick up a piece of food with their tiny fingers, find their mouths and chew before doing it again. These instincts continue to be miracles for me. Intellectually, I know this is how the circle of life continues; survival is ingrained in us, but watching it at this point in my life entertains and warms me.
Mother Nature gave us the greatest gift in her infinite wisdom. The desire to protect our young is enormous. I never questioned that as a mom or grandma (GUMMY ELLYN.) But it is a gift of aging to look at the next generations with confidence…knowing the world will be well-tended to in their capable hands.