Yesterday had a life-givng sort of moment in it. Finn got a sliver. Three deep ones actually, from the oldwooden steps to the garage. After the expected cry, pout and wail of "mamaaa, babaaa", Mike and I took him into the house and prepared for rapid surgery. I cleaned the tweezers, Mike cleaned the little hand. We laid him on the change table and I took his hand and face and told him he was going to be ok, and sang a little song and told him all the things that parents tell their kids to make themselves and their kids feel better. He winced and turned his head and cried, looked right at me but never flinched or pulled his hand away. After about a minute and all nasty splinters removed, i was so very touched by the whole thing. A little person who trusts ferociously. A little person in such a big world with so many unknowns. It is such an incredible feeling of being loved and accepted. Its a pretty sweet trade off for fatigue and lack of privacy. I'd never trade back!!