I belong to my family, and they belong to me. But these days, I mostly belong to Sophie. Bobby and Joshua are trying, I think, to be patient until she is ready to let go of me a little. When I enter the room, whether I’ve been gone for two minutes or two hours, she greets me with unbridled joy. She lets out a shriek of glee and then gets to me as fast as she can, throws her arms around my legs, and then tries to climb up my body. If I pick her up, she rubs her face all over my chest. Any reunion, no matter how small the separation, is a reason for her to want to nurse. Last night as I nursed her before I put her to bed, she clutched a section of my hair in a death grip, and after a few minutes I was forced to wrestle my locks loose because she was pulling my head down so hard my neck was killing me. So then she started rubbing the bottom of her warm little foot on my cheek (ah, the flexibility!) while holding my hand. So sweet. So crazy!
Sophie girl, you wear me out. That’s probably an understatement. But tonight, I might just let you hold on to my hair, because I know one day, not too far from from now, I will wistfully long for the days when I was not only your Mommy, but your favorite toy, your plaything, and your prized possession.
