Babies Are Beautiful

I often wonder how a being with a bald head, out-of-proportion eyes, drooling mouth, pot belly and short little limbs can be breathtakingly beautiful. They aren't yet capable of loving, but everyone's response to them is pure, unconditional love. A new mother looks down into the face of her newborn: red in the face, shriveled like a raisin, matted hair, eyes shut, and curled in a ball. She loves him immediately. It is the end of their journey together and the start of their era of separateness.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.
Boris Pasternak