Today made me proud of my species for once, the way grown-up humans invariably dote over brand-new baby humans, bringing basics by the house in woven baskets unannounced—bread, fruit, hand-me-down onesies, amphetamine. They volunteer to fold laundry or deep-fry a meal. Half of their names I forget or else never knew to begin with. But that’s okay.
We’re fellow bald apes, rearing our wrinkly offspring in wooden caves along the same asphalt river. They can’t wait to meet their newest neighbors and to count their little limbs and confirm the absence of batwings or horns.
It’s instinctual. And very sweet.
Nothing more charming than the naked ape. Great story.
You found a lovely way to express both the warmth and the strangeness of these first days with our little ones. And the warmth and strangeness of being part of a community. 🙂 Congratulations!
Love our little critters, don’t we? Thank you!