Simpleness of Being

New Things are happening with the energy.

I kind of get to understand what is meant by Being.
It is really something technical.
Am I a machine?
While I am also something emotional.

I am like a puzzle piece.
People click in.
People click out.

I am like a mirror point, for different lives,
who don't know about each other.

Two days ago, at the exact same time,
two different grandmothers, which I didn't know,
and who didn't know each other,
decided to knit some woollen socks for the little one.

The three of us are starting to live more separate lives,
while also being a family.
Getting stronger every day.
The enhancement of energy by strength.
The enlargement of the energy field by interaction with the outside world.

The simpleness of Being.
As I was always very busy with finding work,
I now have to get back to simpleness and really enjoy
my spare time as a mum.

Enjoying the sun and scrubbing the sink.
Fitting the new socks, to him, who is not a baby any more.

What is exactly the name or the middle point between
a baby and a toddler?
What is it, when you have to fold your child into this hamburger position,
to still keep it in your arms?
What, when you hold your baby-toddler close to you, and
he is a head-long above you?
What is it, when all the clothes don't fit any more?

I guess it is time passing by.
All keeps on growing. Fortunately.

Godaya