The moment I was born, I began aging.

My growth and aging continued as I developed my abilities in seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, and feelings. My body also grew and I learned to roll over, sit up, and eventually walk. It was commonly heard, “She just wore this last week, and now it is too small”.

Nevertheless, as I watch infants, toddlers, children, teens, young adults, and older adults, I see how each day our aging is transpiring. The miracle is to “BE” with each of those aging moments just as we do in our later years of life.

In the 1950’s, the hospital did not allow the father in the delivery room nor were children able to visit at the hospital. Fathers passed out cigars, aunts got things ready at home, and mom and baby rested in the hospital for 3-7 days.

The baby was in the nursery, a sterile environment believed to protect the infant. I think of this model of care often and about how important those first minutes, hours, and days were the babies. How did that affect us in our generation? I still contemplate that at the age of sixty-four.