The Mommy-shaped hole

In every child’s life (and probably in every person on the planet), there is a hole that only can be filled by their mommy.

When you’re a 2 year old with a broken arm, the need for that hole to remain filled grows larger.

Which I why I escaped to have a haircut this morning, and why Tad is burrowed in on my lap right now as I’m typing, and ALSO why he didn’t take a complete nap today.

TV does not fill the Mommy-shaped hole. Neither does food. Not even Daddy can fully satisfy his needs at the moment.

Help me. I love this boy with all my heart, but I’d like to be able to go to the bathroom by myself, too.

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