There is a particular age of a child that strikes me with a tip, most pointed.
A child of this age reminds me of my child-less state with poignant accuracy.
I do not know why this is.
A child a year or two older had no such effect, nor a young newborn.
There is simply something about a certain age when I glimpse it-
the grocery store, a piano recital-
that surrounds me with awareness that in the world of children, I have borne none.
Do not get me wrong. I do not regret the chain of events that coalesced into this space,
nor do I carry a burden upon my Being.
I am only saying that in those moments, a child embodies for me, what I had believed
I had forgotten.
And I am blessed to be reminded of the paths we choose, and those not chosen.
We do not get to walk on each and every one- to be on one, often means to not be on another.