on the morning of his 5th birthday he came into our room. i asked him if he was ready to give me his blanket.
he looked at baby Hannaly, sleeping on my arm. he laid it across her body and said, “Hannah (bc he calls her Hannnah and i love that!) can have my blanket so she can suck her thumb.”
i tucked his blanker away in our closet. since then, something in samuel has changed. i feel like i am seeing my son for the first time in a very long time. i don’t just see him. i hear him.
i hear his thoughts, his feelings, his heart. i hear words. i hear sentences. i hear complete thoughts.
instead of seeing his thumb locked into his mouth, trapping him away, i see him.