A Poem for Happy Baby

Finding love and delight in small things in the midst of it all.

This week I have fallen in love with my feet, especially my toes.

Maybe it is because this week in our Bodylove Poetry Workshop we explored our feet and wrote such amazing explorations of these mechanical miracles.

Or maybe it is because this week I have been massaging my feet tenderly and rediscovering how new they still are in so many ways.

Or maybe it is because this week as I share my poem for Happy Baby, I call upon us to embrace wonder, again, and rediscover how to be delighted by our toes.

Or maybe, on a personal note, it is because this week I have been struggling with impetigo, a bacterial skin infection that affect mostly toddlers and babies.

So in between bouts of cathartic child-like tears, moments of visceral fear when I saw my facial rash spreading and tending to my wounds with as much motherly care as I would a newborn bum, I fell in love with the softness and silliness and fortitude of my feet.

And I hope, when you read this poem, it encourages you to take a break from…