Eye spy into their little eyes
Have you ever looked into a child’s eye? I mean really, really looked. At the shape — round, oval, how they sit so neatly under the eyebrows. The size, how delicate and petite they are, like a perfect marble. And how perfect the skin around it is.
As an exclusively breastfeeding mum who didn’t really share the job with anyone else, I spent hundreds of hours up close with my babies, no more than 10 inches from their face. All hours of the day, in all manner of places. It’s hard not to notice their eyes — just how incredible they are, and how many stories they can tell.
The coloured iris changing shades, slowly, as Mother Nature selects the final, pretty colour. Different light conditions showing off all the possibilities. The pupil, so small yet so active, pumping open and closed, taking in the constant stream of information presented to it. No wonder they tire so easily.
Alert eyes, darting every which way, as if searching for an unknown danger. A dog barks, a door opens, a sibling has a meltdown. All sounds, that to an infant are so completely foreign and scary, their first glance is to their minder. A nervousness radiates and all it takes is one softly spoken word of reassurance for calm to restore itself, and then a deep sigh of relief.
