And suddenly, he grabs for me, reaches out with his arms and
his soft hands and wraps them around my arm, my rough hand that is trying to
change his diaper and he won’t let me go; he just opens his mouth wide, smiles
with his eyes, his tongue, sticks his feet in the air. Suddenly, he loves me with every part of him
and he can’t believe I’m there, again; I came back to him just as he hoped I
would-- his mommy. He will never remember
this moment, and it’s likely I won’t either unless I write it down, unless I
capture it for us both—this morning we spent together, 5:30 a.m., just the two
of us, smiling over the changing table, only the soft glow of the small lamp to
light our joyful faces.
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