I had a busy weekend, with two 6 hour drives as bookends to it all. One of the busy factors was a wedding...on the first day of spring...and it snowed. Besides the disappointment in the trippy weather, it was a perfectly lovely time. Beautiful bride, happy groom, meeting up with old college friends, and beautiful yummy cake.
And in spite of all that beauty and fun, I was terrified. When I sat down with the bride to design the invitations late last year, I had told her that depending on when Lyra came, I might have to get some help to get the programs completed. I had planned to bring a 1 month old to this wedding.
Of course there were two babies who looked less than 2 months old there. I didn't know the parents, so I wasn't confronted with the obviousness of my empty arms in comparison to their full ones. But one friend unknowingly provided some comfort to me though.
She had her daughter who is a little over a year old with her. At first I didn't feel like opening up to the child. The girl was shy, so there actually wasn't a lot of pressure. It wasn't until her mom and I sat next to each other in a circle of girlfriends that the little girl and I had our moment. She just looked at me, and put her hand on my leg. It was just a split second. Nothing obviously special or premeditated. But you know what? A part of me felt like maybe she knew.
I won't be so bold to think it was anything other than normal child/adult interaction, but the experience made me think of a particular post on the blog Walks with Frost. I do think children have a less complicated way of viewing and knowing people. Whatever the case, it helped me in that moment.