The Best Thing

Sam had a... something last night. He woke up about 10:30, wailing, and just kept doing it while Mama tried to settle him. It wasn't really crying, more of a formless noise, and he couldn't seem to stop. Or open his eyes, really, or tell us what was wrong.

After about 10 minutes, I went in to try to help. After trying unsuccessfully to soothe him, I asked him, mostly in frustration, what he wanted. "I want to go HOME!" he sobbed. I picked him up, Mama wrapped a blanket around us, and I walked the length of the room with him, telling him we were on our way home now. I laid him down, tucked him in, and he was asleep before I made it to his door.

I'm convinced that all kids are crazy, and you never know what's going to set them off.

I'm also convinced that making everything ok is the best thing I'll ever do.