My beginning: holding a baby chick while this baby lamb sat on my lap drinking from a bottle that my son was holding.
Visiting a farm for their baby animals weekend was a perfect peaceful beginning to spring. Every memory I have – childhood and adulthood – involves seeing baby animals that are partitioned off through an observation glass or behind a fence.
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to hold a baby chick and pet a baby lamb. I’ve always wondered how it would feel to be allowed to get close, without a partition, without a glass.
Now I know.
I would have carried the baby chick all day if I could have. I would have sat in the hay feeding baby lambs all day if I could have. Sitting with a lamb on my lap, a chick in my hands, and my son learning to feed a baby animal with a bottle of milk, this moment is one that helps me to remember that I don’t have to settle for seeing things from behind a glass or from afar.
There are moments to find. There are beginnings.
At this moment, I didn’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else, doing anything else.
This is where I begin.