Reunited

Sometimes I can’t wait to hand you over, just for a moment, so I can mop the floor, hang the washing out and have a cup of tea.

Sometimes you don’t want to go into the arms of another but I need it, just for a moment, so that I can have my independence, you can learn to trust and someone else can benefit from your cuddles.

Sometimes you need to be taken out of view, just for a moment, so that you can be distracted, so that I can stop feeling worried by the cries, so that someone else can carry the load for a bit.

In those sometimes moments, I think we all win. It doesn’t happen a lot but it is good practise.
You socialise.
I feel independent.
Someone else gets more of you.

Always when you come back, I can’t wait to hold you again, for a long while, so I can hear about your little trip, kiss you on the cheek and feel the warmth of our special connection.

Always you want to come back into my arms, for a long while, so that you know I am there, so that you remember I will always come back, so you that you know I haven’t forgotten about you.

Always you want my smile to be your view when we meet again, for a long while, so you know that I am proud of you for being brave, so you know I am happy to see you, so you know I missed you.

In those always moments, you and I win. It happens without fail every time we are reunited after a break, no matter how long or short.
You remember,
I remember,
We are home.