By: Laura K.

We meet at a cafe, order cappuccino and chocolate croissants. I exclaim over how adorable he is, and I’m not faking. Even just a year in, myself, I forget how little they are.

“So. How are you?”

An exhausted exhale. “Oh my god. It’s so hard.”

So hard. Nobody tells you.”

“I mean, they try. But you don’t really get it, till…”

I nod. “They’re just so completely helpless.”

She smiles. “But…”  and I smile too, knowing.

The corollary. The intoxicating truth you don’t say out loud.  

They need you for everything…and, for right now, you’re everything they need.

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