bundles of joy

always somewhat amused, when i see a parent in the grocery check out with their new born baby. i have noticed that women holding their babies rock back and forth - right to left, and seems more often men holding the baby, are almost bouncing up and down or backward and forward. however, what is more amazing, is when the checkout line is going slow, and others behind start to follow suit, and mimic swaying or bouncing, and soon follows all the way down the down the line-up.

i look at those sweet bundles of joy, and a tenderness takes over. i remember someone telling me, one never knows the love for a child until they have one of their own. how true. and now, later in life, i look at those new parents, and try to recall what it was like to hold one of mine. a memory there. so far in the distant past. almost hard to remember that mine were once so very small. the years went by far to fast. on the other hand, i'm glad i'm at the stage where mine are at the ages they are.