Being a mother is always-already near to the wild heart.
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The day of his first birthday, S and I play around on the bed like we do every night before starting our sleep time routine. I watch him fastidiously, jumping to hold him if he ends up near the bed edge. This time, while sitting, S gets ahead of himself, pushes his body back and falls backward. Usually, there are two wool rugs against each edge of the bed, but earlier that day they were moved to clean the wood floor.
Being a mother is always-already near to the wild heart.
Being a mother is always-already near to the…
Being a mother is always-already near to the wild heart.
The day of his first birthday, S and I play around on the bed like we do every night before starting our sleep time routine. I watch him fastidiously, jumping to hold him if he ends up near the bed edge. This time, while sitting, S gets ahead of himself, pushes his body back and falls backward. Usually, there are two wool rugs against each edge of the bed, but earlier that day they were moved to clean the wood floor.