รฏเน โ โ thinking about . . .
mornings with your caregiver. feeling the mixed warmth of them and your blankets when you wake up, the sun shining on the two of you and the sounds of your caregiver stirring. their eyes finally opening and focusing on you, their little baby, and a tired smile grows as they scoot closer and closer.
mumbling a "good morning" and pressing a kiss to your forehead. they ask if you slept well, had any dreams of magical lands or wild animals or maybe a cartoon you watched the night before. the next question makes you cling to them, whining for more minutes staying like this.
but as your caregiver, they ease you into the routine of getting ready; brushing and styling your hair, picking out your clothes and letting you pick out theirs. watching with love in their eyes when you put together one that matches yours. and finally its breakfast time: a sippy cup next to a mug, a divided plate next to a full one, fork and spoon with your favorite character on them next to plain silver ones.
hearing "eat up kiddo, i want you getting big and strong" like every morning. being little in every way and being loved by them.
