Light Times Three

Response to Medium Magic prompt — “Write from the perspective of a newborn baby”

Jewel colored light dances on my floor, soft to not hurt babies eyes, mama made sure. She handed papa the sticky thing to put over babies window that we got one day together, my little legs that mama likes to tickle, kicking, sticking out from the rolly thing I sit in, and I know that I am happy. Papa climbed up, up, up even though I’m told no, no, no when I try to climb. Mama stood by the tall silver thing that held papa up so he could make my windows make soft jewel light for me. The sticky stuff sticks mama to papa and they laugh, and I know that they are happy. When night comes there’s no more jewel light which makes me sad and I cry. But today mama and I got new sticky things and papa climbed up, up, up to put them high above me. Mama held me when the jewel light faded away and the windows got dark. Then, oh, oh, oh, there are new lights now! Little, itty, bitty lights, little, itty, bitty like me! Mama points and says, “Look baby, those are stars. See the stars, how they glow? Now you don’t have to be sad anymore when your jewel light goes away. That’s when you stars will shine and glow, look down on you and keep you safe.” Mama and papa know what I need to keep me happy, to make me safe. It doesn’t take so very much. Jewel light dancing in the day, starlight glowing at night, and warm arms to hold me close. That’s what makes baby light.