Have you ever looked into a child’s eye? I mean really, really looked. At the shape – round, oval, how they sit so neatly under the eyebrows. The size, how delicate and petite they are, like a perfect marble. And how perfect the skin around it is.

As a breastfeeding mum who hasn’t really shared the job with anyone else, I’ve spent hundreds of hours up close with my babies, no more than 10 inches from their face. All hours of the day, in all manner of places. It’s hard not to notice their eyes – just how incredible they are, and how many stories they can tell.

The coloured iris changing shades, slowly, as Mother Nature selects the final pretty colour. Different light conditions showing off all the possibilities. The pupil, so small yet so active, pumping open and closed, taking in the constant stream of information presented to it. No wonder they tire so easily.

Alert eyes, darting every which way, as if searching for an unknown danger. A dog barks, a door opens, a sibling has a meltdown. All sounds, that to an infant are so completely foreign and scary, their first glance is to their minder. A nervousness radiates and all it takes is one softly spoken word of reassurance for calm to restore itself, a deep sigh of relief.

Hurting eyes, whatever the pain, you can see they are trusting you that milk might just help, but they are still hurting. It’s usually these same eyes that break our hearts. It’s hard to fix a problem that you can’t find. A lone tear might escape, betraying the eyes, as they will your words to be true – but the pain remains.

The closed eyes, so intent on feeding, that they only open every few minutes – just to check you’re still there. Content with what they see, they lazily close again and happily continue on.

Tired eyes that fight to stay open to gaze at the one with the milk. Magnificent, unspoilt eyelashes slowly opening and closing before succumbing to slumber. The gentle sucking a comfort like no other.

And cheeky eyes, they glisten, the delight is obvious as they find something amusing or are simply just happy to be right where they are. They break out into an expected grin and you usually can’t help grinning back at them.

Yes, I very much love their eyes.

What do you love the most about your children’s eyes? Please share in the comments below.

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  • Eyes are amazing and they do tell us so much about a person. If you pay attention you can see when someone is smiling but still sad. Eyes tell you a lot.


  • I look into my daughter’s eyes and see someone beautiful inside and out.


  • I love how big babies eyes are, they really are amazing to study.


  • Such gorgeous words. Eyes are the Windows to their souls


  • My son’s eyes are beautiful and blue and big and round and inquisitive. And as he has grown, they have remained big and blue and beautiful. I love them.


  • I loved reading this article – I thought many similar things when breast feeding my kids.


  • I love my toddlers deep blue eyes and her eyebrows have the perfect shape, absolutely gorgeous !!


  • this is the most amazing cherished moment. The admiration and unconditional love our babies have for us that you can see in their eyes. One of my daughters has big brown eyes that everyone in the street stop her and tell her how beautiful they are….they really are just that….beautiful.


  • Beautiful to read this – thanks for bringing back so many memories.


  • Oh I liked reading this as I had forgotten the hours of looking into their eyes when they were feeding as feeling this magical bond between you and them. As they grew they would look at you for reassurance when young and even now still do sometimes!


  • I remember breast feeding and just gazing into their eyes. I’ve just spent 10 days with my newborn grandson and had the chance to give him a few bottles. He was tiny and just learning to use his eyes, but how excited was I when we were making eye contact?! Best ever!!!


  • What i loved about my children’s eyes in the innocence you can see. The unconditional love you get from just looking at them.


  • I often say my children’s eyes are like sponges. They’re just so eager to soak up the world around them.


  • They listen for and recognise where different voices are coming from at about 10 days old too. Well my cousin’s little baby definitely did. Then she would turn her head a bit towards that direction too. Doubt she could distingush between different faces so much, but it was fascinating observing her. She had her eyes wide open. The colour of her eyes didn’t change much was she grew. She has had beautiful brown eyes from day one. My cousin put her on a thick blanket in the middle of their table which is actually a billiard table with a very timber top that is in two pieces that slides on and off.


  • My daughter has beautiful green eyes, I love how they sparkle when she smiles and laughs


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