Is it just me or does having a baby make a woman so much more compassionate? I was thinking about this as I was stuffed into an over-crowded commuter train on my way home from the office last night. Beads of sweat dripped down the faces of the tired passengers as they fanned themselves and stripped off layer after layer of defeated jacket or sweater. Several of the lucky seated passengers napped with their heads tilted back. That's when I started to see each one, one passenger after the other, as a newborn babe cradled in a mother's arms. With some of the puffier people it was easier to see the chubby baby cheeks and big round eyes, but even the most defined features melted and transformed them before my eyes into the miniature fuss-buckets they must have once been. I wanted to reach out and console them collectively, as I would my sweet Ava if she were having a rough time. I missed my Ava more than anything and couldn't wait to hold her close as her innocent whimpers faded with the calm, steady beating of my heart.
Now that I'm hallucinating in public, I think it's safe to say I am deliriously sleep-deprived.
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