Trapped

I’m trapped in my room with a wee little being, a wee little being who has learned that the world around him is a fascinating place….

…..that the feeling of cat fur brushing across his face is a most interesting sensation.

…..that sucking his whole hand makes the most delightfu,l juicy slurping sound.

…..that swinging his head gently from side to side feels like being caressed.

…..that he can grab at hair which threads between his fingers and occaionally gets stuck.

……that he can kick blankets off with his feet.

…..that he can tilt his head so far back that he can see the painting on the wall behind his head.

……that when he talks someone will be there to respond.

…..that when he smiles someone will smile back and when he cries someone will be there to hold him.

Yes, I am trapped in my room with a wee little being, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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