I noticed something about Demon Baby this morning as he curled in my lap. He snuggled against me, curled his toes, stretched and yawned. Not a yawn like an adult, when we try to stifle it lest we appear bored or rude. No, this was a full-on Baby Yawn, with rubbing of eyes and stretching. He looked adorable.
But then I realized he laughs with the same abandon. Doesn't care who see, or how raucous he gets. He claps his hands, sometimes does this flapping thing with his arms. He bends over, clutches his tummy and LAUGHS.
There's that old adage Dance as if no one is watching. I pride myself on dancing that way. I'm always first one out on the floor at a wedding. And it's not that I think I'm a candidate for "So You Think You Can Dance." It's that life is short. Dance when you want to dance. But it took me a while to learn that lesson.
And Demon Baby already knows this. Funny, how we come out of the womb with wisdom and then LOSE it as we become aware of the approval or disapproval of others. He yawns and laughs and cries and screams as he sees fit, without care that's it's impolite or in church, or noisy or messy or any of it.
Laugh. Yawn. Be.
I think Demon Baby is onto something.