I know, it's not really something to be abused and be proud of... but sometimes, it really makes me smile that I am the most important person for my son. That just being slightly threatened that i'm coming up without him sends him into a flurry of action, jumping off his Pappie's lap and flinging his arms wide open, saying "carry, carry" (well, more, "ke-yi" really).
But with great power comes great responsibility (hello Spiderman). So it's also my task to be the first to applaud and acknowledge and smile. It's my task to calm him down, explain him things and pretend to understand his babble. It's my task to care for him and nurse him back to health and allay his fears. My arms always has to be open when he needs a hug. And I should be the last to reject him or deny him affection. I should be the last person unavailable to him.
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