Today I have a picture for you of this mother kangaroo with her little joey. If you look at this picture closely you will see his or her little head peeking out of mama's pouch. I felt so lucky to be walking along this amazing trail with ocean scenery (that literally feels out of this world) to come across this beautiful sight.
There is something about mothers and babies isn't there? It is a connection that feels difficult to explain. And whatever happens further down the line, that initial connection between mothers and their babies is something we get to keep. Looking at her, I couldn't help remembering how I felt about my babies.
Sure enough, time and life happens and takes little kangaroos far away from where they came from. I bet that mother kangaroo probably doesn't think about her mother that much (maybe she does, it's hard to know). But whatever case, it doesn't negate that her mother likely had that special connection with her as a little joey. That it happened.
I'm thinking that some of the precious moments like this are pretty fleeting most of the time. They happen and you barely register you are witness to a miracle and then before you blink the second time the moment becomes a memory. But my idea today is that, fleeting or not, there is magical beauty like a mother's love in the world. However brief and whatever other ugly things that happen later, nothing changes that these beautiful and pure moments happen. And they are there.
And that's it. Lots of us tend to focus on whatever horrible thing has hurt and left a mark and forget that there is beauty and magic in brief fleeting moments. I am schmoopy again today I see. I'm sorry. She just got me, that mama kanga and her baby.
Love you guys.