Aug 15, 2014 by

Here, let me do it,” my daughter-in-love said to me reaching for her crying son. She then crawled into bed with him, drew him close, and let him melt into her embrace. The tears that streaked his fluffy cheeks soon dried and he drifted off into a peaceful sleep. When we’d first heard him crying, I volunteered to go soothe him. “He just wants to be held,” his mom said giving me motherly instruction. They’ve been traveling quite a bit lately, and my grandson is off of his bedtime routine. The fluidity in his schedule has left him uncharacteristically cranky and insecure, especially at night. “I can do it,” I said before climbing the stairs. But … I couldn’t. He wiggled and wailed in the cradle of my arms,…

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