“Cadrian, I refolded all the clothes in your drawers,” I say to my three year old with a propensity towards changing his clothes seventeen times a day. I take a breath, about to launch into Mama-mode and remind him to keep things tidy and take care of his belongings.
My near lecture is interrupted by my sweet boy launching his solid self into my arms, hugging me as if he’d never let go, burying his small face into that tender place between chin and shoulder.
“THANK YOU, Mama!” he breathes.
This. This moment.