Bonding with children like my Helen is something that is so near to my heart. So near, in fact, that I can’t really write (or even talk) directly about it. I will say that there is a deep ache that comes from loving a child so fiercely who is a stranger in many ways.
Helen loves her tags. She almost always requires one and I often sew them onto her clothing. She finds them on blankets, towels, even my shirts, then holds on tightly. They’re a big source of security and comfort. The other night, she looked at me and said:
Momma, I’ll share my tags with you…if you share your tags with me. Ok, momma?
And there we were…her saying I love you in a language she knows and me understanding.
And yes, my precious girl, I will always share my tags with you (whether you can share or not).