Long-legged Baby

I was travelling. I was a mom, an aunt or a sister to a long-legged baby. Excited to be going somewhere, but burdened with the duty of caregiver I rushed through traffic with a baby in a stroller. I could read the baby's thoughts. He was as surly as a cab driver, but his outer appearance gave him just enough sweetness to soften his sarcastic blows. His eyes drilled words in my head "I can walk, Lady" and later, "...but I don't feel like it". His legs began to grow and poke out of his stroller long and lean. I could hear planes flying overhead. He looked like someone who could be smothered. I faught the urge to yell, "Walk, damnit!" I faught the urge and something miraculous happened. He crawled out of his stroller and began strutting around looking left and right and smiling a toothless grin. I smiled back. I held out my clammy hand and he took it. His little soft fingers curled through mine and I understand at that moment that he was my flesh and blood. He was part of me. The syncopation of our heart beats led us to the starting gates. I handed the checkers our ticket, smiled down at him and saw a burst of white light. The sun had met her son.