Baby, I’m yours

I got an email from LynnM saying that clearly my Sam was a sensitive and thoughtful child.  And she’s right; Sam always has been. Always.

She was five and a half months old, just barely starting to master where her limbs moved to, on the day of this memory.

We had recently moved, and as a new mom in a new place in a new part of the country, I was feeling isolated and lonely. I was sitting on the edge of the bed one particularly hard day, my baby in my lap, looking elsewhere, when suddenly I…What was that?… I looked down.

And there was Sam: she’d managed to take her pacifier out of her mouth and was trying repeatedly to put it into mine.  Out of the mouths of babes.

And that’s the other thing about her: she had a goal and she was sticking to it.  She’s definitely still that way.

I swooped her up in delight and a hug and great pride.