I remember the exciting time when my first child was born
and the nurse brought him to my bedside. He was beautiful—no matter that his
head was cone shaped and his eyes crossed. He was the most beautiful sight in
the whole world to me that first morning.
Why is it that all babies are beautiful? No matter bald or
cone-shaped heads, or different colors or features. To a mother and to a
father, the child is beautiful. You hear the phrase, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” but I think there is more
to it than that.
The child is the incarnation of its parents. That is, the
child gives bodily form to his parents. The child is the flesh of the parent’s
love for each other. Each one giving their love to the other bares flesh,
another human being. This is truly a miracle.
Much to think about this week—I best close for now.
Please
read my book, Montessori—Living the Good
Life. I’m blogging on my website: www.montessoritheory.com
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