one of the things that made me feel most loved as a child

was waking up to find that someone had covered me up while i was asleep. oftentimes having fallen asleep on a couch or having kicked the covers away, to half-asleep know that my mother was tucking them back tight around the shoulders. that cozy feeling of being looked-after and loved, of having a little need that i was not even conscious of, Met. so now when i find myself up with the baby at odd times or up for a glass of water or various times just up because i’m restless at night oftentimes, i check on each of the girls and pull their covers up where they should be and gently move their hair off their faces.