There is this thing we used to do
with Taft a month or so ago. When he was wailing super hard and nothing would
console him, we would blow into his face. He would get so startled by the gust
that he would essentially forget why he was so upset in the first place. It was
our special reset button—almost like knocking the wind out of him so that he
came back to earth from whatever infant-spiral he was on.
Sometimes I feel like I need to do
the same thing—to just hit the reset button on myself; regain my center with
some fresh air; remember all the people around me who are pushing for my growth
and happiness; appreciate the love and let life rock me back to sleep.
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