For most of the day I’ve been help captive by a very tiny warden. She’s forced me to parade while carrying her for hours on end.

Food has been prepared on demand, and if it does not arrive timely enough, loud reprimands ensue.

Even now I am forced to rock endlessly as she lounges. If I slow, she raises an eye demanding I continue.

Will it never cease.


Okay. I almost had her asleep. But then my beautiful 3 year old son gently slide the door open, and in a soft voice tells me he brought his sister a flower. Off his mom’s sushi plate.

It is such a sweet gesture of love, that I do my best to thank him for the wonderful gift, even as my almost-sleeping infant’s eyes show she is racing away from sleep.

And so we start again from the beginning.

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