When the twins were newborns, I would walk around patting them on the back and shushing them to be quiet. Frequently, it was to prevent the one in my arms from waking the one that was sleeping somewhere nearby. Before she could talk, Genevieve would wrap her arms around me while I carried her and her little hand would tap tap tap my back.
Even now, whenever she gives me a hug or when I manage to still pick her up despite her determination to outgrow my ability to carry her; there is that tap on my back.
So today was challenging, the weekend has been tough and I am exhausted from too many nights of interrupted sleep, just completely drained by life. When I feel that I can do no more, there is that tap tap tap on my back as we watch the women’s gymnastics on the Olympics and for now I am okay.