Last night changed something.
My son fell asleep in my arms. Without his mother. Without breast milk. Without the comfort he's known since birth.
I didn't do anything special. Just held him. Spoke softly. Stayed present.
He's 19 months old. For all that time, night wakings meant one thing: he needed her. The security she's been since day one. Since before day one.
But trust builds quietly. In all the small moments you show up.
Freedom demands responsibility. Including the responsibility to earn trust — even from a baby who can't speak yet.
He finally trusts me to keep him safe in the dark.
That's worth everything.
https://vryfokkenou.com/2018/04/29/trust/
My son fell asleep in my arms. Without his mother. Without breast milk. Without the comfort he's known since birth.
I didn't do anything special. Just held him. Spoke softly. Stayed present.
He's 19 months old. For all that time, night wakings meant one thing: he needed her. The security she's been since day one. Since before day one.
But trust builds quietly. In all the small moments you show up.
Freedom demands responsibility. Including the responsibility to earn trust — even from a baby who can't speak yet.
He finally trusts me to keep him safe in the dark.
That's worth everything.
https://vryfokkenou.com/2018/04/29/trust/
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