Sometimes I don’t like being with Aru. Usually past the 2-3 hour mark.
Or if he’s being particularly whiny.
I don’t know if that means I dislike parenthood.
I accept parenthood as a responsibility.
But often, I’ll be loving work so much, I won’t even realise it’s time to go pick Aru up.
To me, I was starting to wonder if I actually enjoyed this gig at all.
But yesterday when the cold water waves hit him at the beach, and I could see his hold body pause in reaction, his eyes light up as he decided whether to cry or smile, I knew.
That is enough.
That love, that emotion, that nurturing.
All feels.
Are more than enough.
Love is love my sweet.
Love is love.
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K
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