A Lullaby - Aararo, Aariraro! (Who are you? who will you be?)

A baby comes into your arms!
This precious treasure that is a gift unto you

Who are you? You ask!
Where did you come from?
Where have you been?
This soul that has been entrusted to your care.

You are born to the mother to feed you
You are born to a father to protect you
You are born into a family to belong to

If only we the adults take care of you
A litmus test of our humanity
Day in and day out
This small human will test your patience
This wriggling bundle will test your strength
This loud helplessness will test your tenderness

Are you up for the challenge?
Are you up for this weight to be carried?
Are you full of love?
Compassion?
Wonder? At this being?

Look at those small perfect fingers
Already gripping your heart so tight
Look at those tiny feet
Kicking up and against you
Ready to jump off into the world

Are you ready to catch her as she jumps?
Are you ready to dry her tears?
Are you ready to cheer her on?
Are you ready to show her the way?

Who are you going to be, my child?

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