I will never forget that very first feeling I had when Daya was born.
That rush of spiritual energy.
It was indeed immense – throughout the entire process of birth – filled with no small amount of love, high emotions, gratitude, focus, relief, and pure joy.
But at the very root of it all, there was one particular feeling that stood out when I first held my daughter in my hands, all gooey, and sticky (and ever so calm, come to think of it).
I was in awe of this being that had a spiritual power far superior to anything I could ever hope to possess or be.
I was in awe of this entity that seemed to be able to look right through me and calm me down when I started getting scared.
I was in awe of this tiny little baby that felt like I was holding the spirit of the earth herself.
Yet so radiant and powerful.
This feeling of awe has never left me. But it has also resulted in some strong spiritual beliefs.
For instance, I am of the firm opinion that the souls of babies are quite possibly the closest we will get to a living embodiment of divinity.
(Of course those souls will eventually get the ever-loving shit kicked out of them, especially in boys, due to patriarchy and sexism…but you know, I’m in a happy place here, so am going to focus on the cute and cuddly side of life for now.)
Needless to say, I am and continue to be in total awe of my daughter and the strength in her soul. I doubt that will ever stop being the case.
My little baby warrior and freedom fighter.
I have often thought long and hard about why Daya is so spiritually powerful. Indeed why all babies are so spiritually powerful.
And I realize that they are the embodiment of the very essence of humanity.
They teach us that love is the only entity that can save us from ourselves.
Equally importantly babies teach men that love should never, ever be taken for granted.
They tell us, in no uncertain terms:
I don’t care about the way things have been all these years.
I don’t care if you’ve lived your life taking the love that has been showered upon you from birth for granted.
I don’t care about the unearned privileges of patriarchy nor the pyrrhic benefits of sexism that have swaddled you for thousands of years.
Love me, and love me properly.
Because I and humanity deserve nothing less.