By
Carol Coven Grannickfor
Cynthia Leitich Smith's
CynsationsThis morning I see a child on the early side of toddler, snuggled like a well-placed puzzle piece in his daddy’s arms.
He smiles at me, reaches out with one arm, as if I will be a wonderful new discovery. I reach back…
But, no. The minute I do, he pulls his hand away, squishing himself into the soft corners of a neck, shoulder, chest.
He’ll reach back when he’s ready. Right now I’m too new, too scary.
He’ll begin devoting a great pro...
Published on November 30, 2016 07:49