My baby is the most decisive person I know. She’ll grab the book out of your hand, turn it over for one final moment of contemplation, and toss it high in the air. Done. Decision made. No regrets.
A minute later, I might reintroduce the book. She’ll consider, but as if she’s never seen it before. It may receive attention, or a lob. What’s notable is that it seems to be an entirely new decision for her, and one that she’ll make easily.
Babies are entirely in the moment. My daughter never steps back and wonders what’ll happen if she’s wrong. She’s got no past and no future, no to-do lists, no reprisals or reflection. She feels her feelings with abandon. They gust through her, and then pass like a storm. She communicates like no other. She doesn’t say, “Maybe I need to sleep now,” or, “Perhaps I’m hungry.” No, she knows exactly what she needs.
I envy her.