There have been moments in the lives of each of my kids where I felt like I could look into their eyes and see their souls. I know that it was from this very connection that the idea of the "soul series" was born. I swear that when I looked into the eyes of my infant son, I was looking into the eyes of someone I had known before. It never felt like a "first" meeting with him. As a toddler, he regularly walks over to me on his wobbly little legs, puts his face right in front of mine and looks into my eyes completely expressionless. He looks so deep, as if his purpose is to search for my soul. This morning he did the same to my husband and it got my wheels turning around one of my plots.
A young mother feeling that instant and unexplainable connection to her newborn. Sweet simple moments filled with a stare so deep and so intent that it is virtually unbreakable. These are the times that make one really believe in the spiritual world. That feeling that you have known your baby for an eternity, that feeling that this tiny being really understands you, the feeling that there is a connection deeper than conceivable by the human mind. These moments slowly giving way to life, to conscious smiles, to imitation and all the other simple joys that are a growing child. Real life happens and covers those spiritual moments. They are still there, of course, and always will be. But they are now protected by the physic happenings that take place every day. The things that we refer to as life. These spiritual moments are never forgotten, simply overpowered by the physical demands of human life.
How useful is this paragraph? We will see. These are the thoughts that were on my mind as I watched a special moment between my tiny man and his daddy. That is until my husband asked, "what's on your mind? I can tell you're thinking about something" He knows. And so do I...so I write. My hope is to capture the moment so I can use the feeling as my plots develop. I have tried repeatedly to capture these moments with a camera. Impossible, because it is so much more. It is not a physical moment. The spiritual nature of the moment is broken the second the thought shifts to a physical one. Interesting.