Monday, January 26th, 2009 | Author: Castallare
Chloe sits on the floor, babbling, playing with various toys and holding them up to me, asking “Gah?” as if to ensure that I’m staying engaged with her play session. She excitedly toddles around the room all afternoon, babbling on about whatever’s on her mind and creating little messes as she explores our bookshelves.
But, every ten or fifteen minutes, her pace comes to a halt. She stops what she’s doing, walks over to me and gently puts her arms around my neck, resting her little head on my shoulder, almost as if to say, “I’m just creating distraction here, Mommy. I know you’re having a hard time, but we’re going to be okay. I love you.”
It’s a weird feeling when you realize that your infant knows how to love you better than you do.
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Monday, 26. January 2009
This might sound sad, but I feel this way about my cat.
…Wow. I am a crazy cat lady.
Wednesday, 4. February 2009
>It’s a weird feeling when you realize that your infant knows how to love you better than you do.
Infants (and cats, and dogs, etc) don’t have all the baggage associated with love. They haven’t been conditioned out of the perfect state of being of Just Love. (not to get all 4 Agreements here, but I think pure love without baggage is possible for all of us again, as long as we retrain ourselves and get rid of the emotional crap we’re dragging around)