I see you sleeping and I wonder what runs through your head. Do you dream of chasing butterflies in a field with no fences? Or perhaps curling up beside the ones who love you? I see you and I can't help but feel inadequate at times. You see us and all you ask is a little bit of time. You don't ask for much - just some food to eat, and some smiles to let you know that you are not alone. And yet sometimes I can't give you the time. I'm hoping perhaps you can teach me to slow down. Better yet, perhaps I can learn that I don't need much to get by too.
Can you understand me? Do you know that - even when I raise my voice in displeasure - I have nothing but the best for you in mind? If only I can tell you how many times I want to hold you in my arms and promise you that everything will be all right, how I long to be there for you when I see you curled up from a distance. How I wish I know what to do so that you would understand all this.
My little one - know that you are loved, the same way that you let us know how much we are loved when we come home every single day.
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