Sometimes I wish

That I could solve all my own problems as easily as I can solve tigerboy’s. He is still at that stage where a cuddle will do it, most of the time at least. Tonight when he was fractious and anxious he was brought to me and he relaxed into my body, warm, soft head nestled under my chin, hands stilled against my chest, and I soothed him.

And he soothed me. I was enough for him, and that knowledge, that feeling of being completely right just by being was an incredibly healing sensation.

I can’t hold myself like that. No one can do that for me. But I can savour those moments that remain.

Take those triumphs where you can. Treasure them. You never know how many minutes like that you have left, and you won’t know the last one until it is long gone.