Handle With Care

Once you’ve let a child into your heart, they cradle it in their hands.
Aw, that sounds sweet doesn’t it? Let’s break it down though. The hands of the little people in my life are proportionally tiny, often sticky, and lacking dexterity.
The oldest one is nearly 7 and I still can’t pass anything to them without reflexively saying, ‘two hands!’
Watching any of them traverse a room with a cup full of liquid gives the same heart in mouth sensation as being front row at Cirque du Soleil. So, it should come as no surprise that they have the power to mangle our hearts with a well placed shift of their angelic mitts.
I was babysitting the other night when my niece came straight out and said, ‘I don’t want you to move to New Zealand,’ and promptly burst into tears. Snotty, sobbing, gulping ones.
I have absolutely no clue how well I dealt with it, but we had a cuddle and a chat, and then another chapter of Harry Potter even though she should have been asleep for an hour already.
I felt like a totally crap, selfish human and I have no idea how to make any of this easier for the little humans in my life.
On the flip side, my sister thinks she maybe saw a way to get more Auntie and Harry Potter time and went for it. If that’s it, the kid should definitely be on the stage.

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