S—’s door creaks open a few minutes after I put him to bed and his footsteps, heavy yet smooth, approach my room. “I hear the wind a lot, mama. I really enjoy it,” he tells me as the gusts bellow outside the windows. “Oh that’s beautiful, I’m glad.” I kiss the top of his head, take his left hand in mine and use my other hand to gently push his back towards his room.
Baking as Deep Listening
Baking as Deep Listening
Baking as Deep Listening
S—’s door creaks open a few minutes after I put him to bed and his footsteps, heavy yet smooth, approach my room. “I hear the wind a lot, mama. I really enjoy it,” he tells me as the gusts bellow outside the windows. “Oh that’s beautiful, I’m glad.” I kiss the top of his head, take his left hand in mine and use my other hand to gently push his back towards his room.