Monday, August 13, 2012

Where it hurts


I went to wake Ezra up from his nap today.  I rubbed his back, as usual, until he opened his eyes.  Rather than stretch his arms up for me to pick him up, he turns onto his belly and looks past me out of the playpen mesh.  I got down on my belly like him and touched my forehead to his.  He sat up, turned around and put his back towards me. 

Message received. 

Do you ever wonder how on earth children know what gets us the most?  It’s almost funny… but it’s not.

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