Interlude

Look at the post footer, just down there...it’s the middle of the night, and I am sitting here fixing my css. Just a small thing, but one that has been bothering me, and it’s quiet and I can’t sleep anyway.

A little while ago, my 3-year-old son started crying on and off--you know, the cry accompanied by the flopping thing: cry, flop, silence, cry, flop, silence. I went in and pulled up his covers, kissed his head, and tiptoed out again. Ten minutes later, it started again. I went back in and saw that he’d kicked the covers off.  I gently pulled his sheet back up, and then the duvet, and then his quilt, tucking it around his little body and up to his neck. I laid my head down on his pillow and whispered to him.

Me: “Why are you crying, Dylan? Why are you sad?”

Dylan: “Because I want you.”

Me: “Oh, honey, I’m here.”

Dylan: “Thanks.”

He turned over and curled up, and I spooned around him and snuggled down into his neck. Moments later, he was breathing quietly, sleeping peacefully.

[sound of heart creaking]

And of course, [sound of wooden toy being kicked across room on exit]

Comments

zeno zeno said on...
01.20.04 at 06:02 AM |

There is nothing more comforting to an anxious boy that knowing his mummy is there and always will be. I speak from experience…

zeno zeno said on...
01.20.04 at 06:05 AM |

... and if THIS isn’t 10,000 I will eat my shorts… no I will eat a selection of shorts of your choosing!

Mindy Mindy said on...
01.20.04 at 06:34 AM |

It’s not! 17 more hits to go! And I am heading into a meeting now so I won’t be able to watch it turn over...but I have ways of tracking things down.

[debating merits of husband’s shorts for you--a bit threadbare, so should go down easily, or great big surfer board shorts, which will take a bit more doing...]

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