The Texture Of Things

The Truth, in Small Doses

July 31st, 2007

This morning, at the unfair hour of 6:41 a.m., HG peeked out of the bathroom to make sure I was going to get up with my alarm.

“Doesn’t it feel good to know that you’re the thing that makes everything all right for someone else?” he asked.*

“Mhuh?”

“When you have a bad dream or some scary thoughts…”

oh, right. an hour and a half before this, i was rocking the tot back to sleep after a bad dream. i had forgotten.

“and someone comes to hold you and make it all better. That’s you.”

That’s true. That’s me. That makes the day after an already short, then interrupted sleep a lot easier to bear.

*Exact wording cannot be guaranteed. It was pre-coffee after only 5.5 hours of sleep.

2 Comments »

  1. KLee says

    That’s the one of the only benefits to being puked on, up at all hours, and all that labor pain. That, and the cuteness. They make them cute so we won’t kill them. Any time I began to feel murderous, the cute would happen, and I’d melt into a puddle of goo. It’s an excellent defense mechanism, don’t you think?

    The tot has you and her dad to scare away all the bad stuff. All children should be so lucky.

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  2. schmutzie says

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