Little note of appreciation for Bennett

[theatokos]

I feel like Bennett is so patient with me. It's a little weird to be some one's absolute favorite person. When he is amenable to being put down for a while I am so grateful that I get to eat lunch with both hands. He doesn't want toys. He wants me. My hands and eye contact. It's taxing. I don't quite know what to do with him now when we stay home together. I can't quite leave him to do dishes or laundry when he's not napping. But he's not really ready for play or "educational" things. I read out loud to him, usually what I'm reading - poor boy is getting a healthy does of politics and religion! We snuggle a ton and do some play on the floor. And walks. But what else is there to do?

Still, I am honored that me - lazy, self-involved, constantly hungry, insatiable doer, ol' me is his favorite person. I want to do right by him, you know? He is as patient with me as I am with him.