Like Newborns

This morning I read that bit of 1 Peter that tells us to be "as eager for milk as newborn babies," and I've been thinking about it all day. (The picture shows a brand-new Pete -- he'll be six tomorrow.)

I've been remembering the way that newborns accept no substitutes. When they're hungry you can't distract them or cajole them: they want one thing and one thing only.

I've been thinking about newborn diligence, the way they'll nurse for 20 minutes, 10 or more times a day. They've got a big task ahead of them -- imagine if you had to double your weight by Halloween! -- and they'll only grow if they keep feeding.

I've been thinking about the contentedness of a nursing newborn, the way their urgency gives way to satisfaction. I've been remembering colossal baby burps and sweet milk-drunk smiles.

And I've been thinking about the pleasures of providing for a newborn: the perfect reciprocity of an empty baby and a full mama, and the delight I've known watching a little one get exactly what he needs.

I'm not doing so well seeking out the "pure milk of the spirit." I get distracted and grab some bubble gum instead. I'm usually in a hurry -- a baby wouldn't grow very quickly on my current feeding schedule. In fact, a baby might wind up with failure to thrive on my current feeding schedule. I've been missing that joyful symbiosis: the Provider, overflowing with bounty, and the vessel, receiving it patiently.