Make Me Feel Better, Mommy

Last night Cami was struggling with the transitions of darkness, dinner, daddy coming home and going out again, bath and bedtime. It's alot to pack into a short time.

As she say eating her popsicle prize for cooperating with getting in her pajamas, she looked at me and said,

"Momma, I want you make me feel better".

I said, "I love to make you feel better. What do you need me to do".

"I need you to hug me. When you hold me I feel better".

Wow! From the perspective of attachment and history of neglect, she has come so far. To be able to accept comfort from me as her primary caregiver..... to know what gives her comfort..... and to be able to recognize when she needs it and then to ask for it. I think this is huge progress!

Of course I snuggled her up in my lap and fed her the rest of the popsicle while she looked into my eyes. I'm certain she is wondering where I was all of her life.....
I get angry every time I think about any child needing that comfort and not getting it.

It changes everything.