As I revel in this occasion of the first kiss, I am reminded of how Goen used to react to affection. When he was a very small baby he hardly noticed and didn't seem to care. Then, as he became more aware, he would look at us quizzically when hugged or kissed. Sometimes he would giggle or squirm away. Sometimes he would turn his head so that a kiss on his cheek turned into a kiss on his mouth. He would stare at David and I when we kissed. Then, after all his observations, he started to copy. At the time, I hardly took notice of each reaction, but there is a definite sequence of growth. And somewhere along the line I'm sure he will begin to notice and learn what these kisses are all about. He will begin to understand that we, as parents, have the deepest of affection for him. He may not fully understand it until he is an adult himself, but I see the beginnings of it in his first kiss.
Oh, the simple joys of being a mama to a little one. The first smile, the first wave, the first snuggle. All these seemingly small things eclipse the more difficult parts of being a parent (such as the first tantrum). To this list I can now add the first kiss. Last night I was nursing Goen to sleep in bed when he popped up, crawled up to my face in the darkness, and put his mouth to my face. It may not have been a typical kiss. There were no puckered lips; in fact, they were parted. But it was sweet, and made this mama smile to get her first toddler kiss. Although there is not the same sort of emotion within a toddler's kiss as within an adult's, it is so innocent and, in it's way, very genuine. There was nothing he expected in return, nothing to be gained or lost. The thought came to him and, unreservedly, he followed through (there is a lesson here that I am slowly learning for myself as well).
As I revel in this occasion of the first kiss, I am reminded of how Goen used to react to affection. When he was a very small baby he hardly noticed and didn't seem to care. Then, as he became more aware, he would look at us quizzically when hugged or kissed. Sometimes he would giggle or squirm away. Sometimes he would turn his head so that a kiss on his cheek turned into a kiss on his mouth. He would stare at David and I when we kissed. Then, after all his observations, he started to copy. At the time, I hardly took notice of each reaction, but there is a definite sequence of growth. And somewhere along the line I'm sure he will begin to notice and learn what these kisses are all about. He will begin to understand that we, as parents, have the deepest of affection for him. He may not fully understand it until he is an adult himself, but I see the beginnings of it in his first kiss.
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Carley Biblin
Hi. My name is Carley. I love to sew, craft, and create. As a Jane-of all-crafts so to speak, I enjoy sewing, writing, cooking, drawing, photographing. But the constant thread (if you'll excuse the pun) throughout my weeks is needle arts. Archives
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