As I lay here in bed, my 4 year old is rejoicing. He has his stool out and has been trying to get things in the desk that he cannot reach, nor will I let him. I tell him no and I get his devilish grin. He stops, takes his stool to the bookshelves, also in my room gives me the grin and says "don't look mom, close your eyes and rest" I pretend to and see him once again going for something he doesn't need. As I lay here catching him I think about what he is feeling. The freedom he probably feels and pride when he reaches that big bottle of lotion. I watch him take it down without scolding and ask that he puts that lotion on my legs. He was more than happy to.
Do, as I lay here in pain, with the storms raging, there is sunshine. He is 4.
