The Writing on the Wall

25 Apr

I was holding Charlie this evening, rocking him back and forth while standing next to his crib.  He was snuggled up with his head on my right shoulder.  The only light on in the room was the desk lamp that was pointed over towards Charlie’s crib.  As I rocked him back and forth I caught a glimpse of our shadow on the wall.

Who was that woman holding that child?  There are days when I feel like the child.  But there, on the wall, was this grown woman, a mother, rocking her 4 month old baby boy to sleep.  When did this happen? What a reality check.

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