You belong closely tethered, breathing your sweet baby breath on my shoulder as we look and listen and sing. You belong here, where I can feel you reach and retract, watch your fingers pointing, and whisper to you the names of the things you seek. You belong in this seat, your catbird seat, where the advantage is yours as you borrow my height and use it to conquer friend after friend after friend, winning them with your unstoppable smile, wowing them with your persistent, babbling song.We are adventurers, you and I, and I love these moments of oneness with you. I love to watch you explore and feel and snuggle and grow. I can see you discovering, and it is my privilege to share this space with you. Here I am your witness and your teacher, and so I also am catbird-seated - my best space, my luckiest place.
You are not always easy to carry, tiny squirming bird, and you continue to grow. But I am grateful, so grateful, for the ability to carry you, to seat you high and safe and comfortably just where you belong. I am grateful to abandon the wheels and hoods and distance of your stroller, tie you high up on my shoulders and chase our adventures up stairs and through doorways, over miles and into hearts. I am grateful to tuck you close in to me, to the body that built you, to the love from which you were made. I am grateful, little bird, to keep you in that place of best advantage, tucked snuggly into your Catbird seat, and to listen to you sing.
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