As I was walking down 86th Street a woman holding a baby was coming towards me. She was pointing to a tree explaining its blossoms. I loved how intensely the child listened as if he understood every word she said.
“Teaching a little life lesson I see,” I said, slowing my pace.
“Well, you have to start somewhere,” she said, “and what’s better than a tree.”
The first thing I noticed was how mother and son had the same eyes which is so uncanny. The mystery of genetics, how it takes a blueprint of a parent to reproduce and patent a scaled down model.
“What’s it like to see yourself in his itty-bitty face?”
Without taking pause she said, “Like the first time I ever looked into a mirror.”