To care

I was born defenseless, naked, and without the ability to take care of myself. Nevertheless, I am alive. My parents trusted me; they were not critical, not suspicious, or in any way repelled by me. I was a stranger in their lives, yet they chose to take care of me. It’s the same with all new. It is strange in its newness. Yet, there is something familiar, something universal. Something we trust in and feel secure enough to take care of without legitimization or validation.