People have talked about the miracle of birth since forever, especially the first time parents. They will tell you that it is absolutely amazing that two people can produce something so beautiful. While those who have never experienced parenthood have some idea of that miracle when their friends or relatives gave birth and see the joy that the parents have and the little bundle of joy that came as a result of the parents, I'm pretty sure that there is a whole other dimension of that joy that we singletons will not get until we actually get there ourselves.
This was quite evident when I visited a friend who just gave birth to their first child today. The hospital was quite a new environment for me, having been there only once prior to the visit in Australia. And not to mention have never been to the maternity ward apart from when my sister was born. And needless to say, I have not held a newborn ever, not that I'm phobic about babies. Seeing my friend, her husband and the newborn is indeed a very special occasion and there is enough happiness and cuteness to overfill the room. I'm pretty sure the parents felt something of a higher level than what we are feeling.
So all of us took turns holding the baby and of course like most things, I opt to go last. Holding a newborn for the first time and staring into its beautiful eyes, you feel happiness unlike any other. That was something to behold and I can tell you, there are not many such events that give you such a feeling. And I can understand how parents can seem to hold their babies for the longest time because honestly, you cannot stop looking at the baby. It is a human being at its purest (so to speak) and at its most innocent. That moment simply needs to be cherished. Of course, I'm not the parent so obviously I can't do that but that's probably enough of a glimpse into the inner workings of the proud parents.
Some of you may know that I have always been a sucker for having daughters. No idea why. But holding my friend's first son, that preference of mine does not seem to matter anymore. You just love whoever he/she is that you are cradling. It's like you are thanking God for bringing this person into the world and regardless of gender, you still feel very proud for this person. Having said that, I still would like to have daughters. Just that if/when the time comes, it is not going to matter or rather, of little significance.
Sorry. Feeling a bit cluckish.
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It's been close to a week since the event and I'm still finding out more about the history of it all. Felt kinda weird talking about it though I try to conceal my awkwardness. But the issue that I have to grapple with in light of the new information coming in has been interesting to say the least. It seem to highlight my failures even more, that going for it was an uphill battle from the very beginning even though it didn't feel like it then.
And so a question. If your good friend has said to a couple well on the way to marriage that they were meant to be, with one of them being the person that you used to go out with, even before you went out with the person in question, how would you have deciphered that statement?
a) That's just a nice-thing-to-say kinda statement. No biggie.
b) The statement was well-meant and mutter quietly "Pfft. Whatever."
c) The statement was well-meant and confront the friend "Why didn't you talk to me about it then? Could have saved us a lot of time/trouble."
d) Realize that you are a complete failure
e) Trick question! The real answer is 4 sheep, 5 elephants and 42.
To give you time to think, here's the awesome Neil Patrick Harris and Hugh Jackman at the Tony Awards.
For extra time, NPH in the opening sequence for the Tony Awards.
Hint: It's the most common vowel in English alphabet...
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