In the arms of a child...

It's amazing how emotionally intuitive our little ones are; and I forget it all to frequently unfortunately.

Today I had a bit of a lousy day at work, and after the normal noisy chaos dinner routine (That included the Bro in law who lives adjunct to us, visiting to demonstrate for us a scale representation of the solar system... using a big ball for the sun, tiny specs of plasticine and the distance of our entire property... to include the first 5 planets... ). Anyway eventually, all kids in bed bar toddler, and I was just feeling worn out; now our youngest is usually ... or at least, much of the time, happy to indulge her love sick parents with a cuddle and a smattering of kisses, but at this time of the day there is only one thing that can really cut it... Mum.

But today, for some strange reason, she took to me and allowed a good 10 minute cuddle no winging etc.... until she had had enough trying to share a bed and decided to tell me in no uncertain terms to take her to her cot - she doesn't talk yet, but speaks volumes with expertly raised eyebrows, grunt and crooked pointed finger while the other hands thumb securely is in it's natural bedtime home...

Anyway, before this explicit command, tonight I had one of those rare moments;  I was being held gently and given solace by our youngest little miracle... I was being held in the arms of child.