Baby on the pram

Yesterday I saw a baby on a pram.

Just 1 foot in front of the pram, a little ball was mischieviously rolling away.
The baby's eyes were on the escaping ball, with his hands reaching out for it.
The father was standing beside the baby but with his mind preoccupied with something else.
He then paced around the pram, like a lion protecting his young.
But he did not notice the runaway ball.

So the baby continued watching the ball and reaching out his hands.

Our lives are often like the baby's, aren't they?