We Train

In the afternoon I was on the 1 train riding home when a woman sat down next to me.  She had a little baby boy, a few months old, sitting in her arms.  After a little while I felt a hand touching my arm.  I turned and saw the infant smiling.  I smiled and waved, and then he smiled and waved, and the mom smiled.  Any time I thought he was done and was curious about something else, I turned my head away only to feel a tug on my arm, and see that amazing look of wonder in his eyes.  Then his mom put a bottle in his mouth, and I realized that someone had done that for me for a very long time too.  In a way, the world always is.