We saw the documentary 'Babies' this weekend, and if you haven't seen it or heard about it the trailer should be enough to suck you in. Prepare to be intoxicated by the overwhelming cuteness.
The film follows four babies -- Ponjia from Namibia, Hattie from San Francisco, Mari from Tokyo and Bayarjargal from Mongolia -- from the time when they are helpless little blobs fresh from the oven until they are babbling, toddling, feisty and curious little humans. Their parents are just wallpaper in the film, which makes it all the better. The focus is on their faces, their reactions, their eye movement and little then bigger gestures. It's fascinating to watch.
I loved the scenes with Bayarjargal the best, especially where the goat sticks his head into the window and starts drinking from the bathwater. Or when el gallo mas gallo is walking along the edge of the bed where baby is lying. Or the older brother is literally whacking the helpless child with a scarf.
But I also realized how protective we are as parents and our jaws dropped every time we saw Ponjia pick up a piece of rock and start chewing on it. And we'd gasp every time she would crawl over powdery dirt and lick up a mouthful, and mom, who was always by this baby's side, wouldn't fret. Wouldn't even react. I mean, we live with two big peluche dogs that shed like crazy, so we are not exactly a model of a hyper-clean house. But we have baby-proofed. And I worry about things like pesticides on strawberries, and lead in the water and in ground from paint chips from old houses. We are beyond just trying to survive. We are fixated on helping our children thrive.
This film is a good reminder to keep it real. It ain't that deep. I mean it is, but it isn't.
So I need to remember:
The world is not sterile. That's a good thing.
We do not, should not live in a vacuum.
Exploring is natural. It's how we stumble upon amazing things.
The world has lots of beautiful things to offer: skies that change every moment, trees that clap their leaves when the wind runs through them, flowers that awaken your senses down to your fingertips.
Tune into the world.
Tune into what other mothers are doing across the globe at this very moment.
I'm sure most aren't fretting about hormone levels in milk.
I feel connected. Who needs the internet to figure out this baby thing anyway?
I am very blessed to have my baby, my Special K.