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.