Magic Happens

You know, one of the most beautiful moments of my life was when my little girl was born into this world and she recognised me as her father. She was born by C-section. After a quick cuddle from Mummy, she was taken out of the operating theatre for a quick bath and a warm wrapping, then handed into my care for about thirty minutes, while Mummy got stitched up. I had been singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to her in the womb, and now I started gently singing it to her again. She immediately stopped crying and gave me a surprised look of recognition. That was about the best thirty minutes of my life.

It wan't long before she was poking out her tongue when we poked out our tongues, and you could see how happy she was just to be communicating. There were other magic milestones in communication too, of course, like when she first managed to communicate with her hands, or when she said her first words.

It occurs to me that that - fundamentally - is what we are doing here: communicating. And there is a certain joy you get when you communicate the honest truth. And it's magic.