It’s officially Friday, and Darco is fast asleep. I’ve been drinking water, trying to get my stomach under control (dehydration).
I’m pleased to report a #getyourpraiseon moment from Thanksgiving. A major hurdle was conquered for myself today.
I picked up a child.
Understand something, I’ve always been fearful of breaking small children. That’s just who I am. However, a little 3 1/2 year old kept asking me to pick him up. I did so, and listened to him laugh. We went through the process of lifting him in the air, and carrying him around for about ten minutes. Darco caught it, and MC caught it. I’m sure it gave my mother hope that she’ll eventually be a grandmother, and I know it warmer Darco’s heart. I’m sure anyone reading this is snickering, but let me assure you of this…
This is the first time I’ve ever picked up a child in my life.