Attached at the Hip
Personal Monday always seems to come so fast. And I’ll admit, there are days when I’m not ready to dive into my soul and divulge pieces of me to you. It’s been a difficult weekend with quite a few emotions flying around. But one constant has been certain. My girl has been attached at the hip. In fact, she’s there right now as I type this post.
I try to put my child down and she goes into the immediate “running man” position before her tootsies hit the floor. The ultimate whine/scream/cry bursts from her little mouth as she senses a shift in the “force.” Going to the bathroom is an Olympic event and I wonder if it was a good idea to feed my child a pound of pasta last night.
And I know what you’re thinking. Immediately we try to dissect the situation.
“She’s not getting enough attention.”
“Maybe she’s sick or tired or missing a dose of vitamin xyz.”
But maybe, just maybe, I need her there as much as she needs me. MY constant.
Messy hair bun, pajamas, a plethora of frustration…but I have my one constant for today. And albeit an extra challenge, my constant is warm and comforting.