When Theo was a baby, I often thought of all the other unseen babies. While I was walking the floor with Theo during the night, watching the hands of the clock go around hour by hour, I would think of the many babies crying and keeping their parents awake in the houses and cities around us, of the hospital rooms with women in labor. My ears rang with all the imagined (and real) crying.
Everybody's Mother
Everybody's Mother
Everybody's Mother
When Theo was a baby, I often thought of all the other unseen babies. While I was walking the floor with Theo during the night, watching the hands of the clock go around hour by hour, I would think of the many babies crying and keeping their parents awake in the houses and cities around us, of the hospital rooms with women in labor. My ears rang with all the imagined (and real) crying.