at the library today, the librarian commented on Nico’s feet peeking out of the black sling. and then on the little dance that i had to do to keep him quiet. she smiled and said that she remembered those movements. the slow back and forth, the little bouncing up and down. she said she’s never forgotten how to move like that. how to bring comfort with her body to her little one. her child is thirty now.
and i told her about the conversation M and i had yesterday. just trying to imagine the child he will be at three. can you imagine the man he will be at thirty?