let me rest.
For this last one week I have cried for my son, for how his world's suddenly swung around and all I want to do is curl up and sleep. But there is a little boy who needs the comforting even more than I do. Even as we work together to right things, even as I fight the inclination to hold the world at bay as everybody does all the wrong things, even as I fight his reluctance to accept the changed order of things, all I think of is how much I wish I could close my eyes and sleep it off.
Such a nightmare this week's been. Thank god for Vicky. He has been my strength where I -- to my surprise -- faltered. I've drawn on his infinite balance this week to restore my own. To put aside my own weariness and be the mother and not the child.