Late Night Redemption

It is past midnight.  I feel frustrated and tired.  The Kismet is still awake, unable to sleep easily.  I know my little one is probably more frustrated and tired than I, but…still, I feel I have reached my limit. 


I can see her feelings are hurt.  She cries and cries and I feel defeated. 

“Do you want to nurse?” No.

“Do you want to sleep?” No.

“Do you want some water?” No.

“Can I hold you and we dance slowly and sing?” Yeah.

And we do.  And just like that I am redeemed. 


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