Sitting staring as my baby sleeps I feel fear settling inside: I’m gonna mess him up.
At some point in the next dozen years I’ll say or do something that will affect him too deeply. It’s probably a small habit I’m developing now. Something I think is meaningless will grow and compound until it’s too much for him to handle.
What kind of trauma will I let my child experience? How many regrets will I have by the time he is grown?
His waking cries snap me out of my fearful paralysis and force me to move.
Written for the #100meaningfulwords challenge. Will you join me?