I is for Infancy

| April 19, 2014

Infancy is a very strange phenomenon. We were all born; every human being that has ever existed came into this world out of the womb of their mother, and experienced a completely powerless stage of life where nothing was in their control.

I am writing this post while simultaneously holding a sleeping infant, and so excuse the sentimentality; for the past eight months I have been a nanny for an infant, and watched as he grew from a stagnant, helpless three month old, to an (semi)-independent human being with likes and dislikes. If you’ve ever had children or closely watched the development of a young child, you know how crazy this stuff is.

I don’t think it’s coincidental that none of us can remember our birth and first year(s) of life.  The massive, rapid physical developments alone are still shocking to me; within a year of coming into existence, infants learn to control their arms, legs, vocal chords, among many other things. They begin as a ball of reflexes, and slowly learn how their body works, and how to take control of it. I don’t know why more people aren’t baffled by this, because it seriously blows my mind