The Space Between Us

Image by samuel Lee from Pixabay

My 21-month-old son curls up next to me. He makes sure his tiny bottom is touching my belly and, even though I am behind him, he awkwardly pushes his fingertips onto my lips. Once in a while, he reaches for my hair and holds onto it until his eyes flutter. Then, he drifts off to sleep.

Close for Comfort

This is our nightly ritual. There is no space between us until I feel confident enough…