Is it wrong that I love it when my child bumps his head, or scrapes his knee? Not in a sadistic way but because, at least for a minute, he’ll put his head on my shoulder, wrap his arms around my neck, and need me.
Today, as we were hanging out at a friend’s birthday party, he fell once, and needed me. Then, every time he’d get scared he was going to fall again, He’d reach out his little hand in my direction, and latch onto whatever finger was closest. Once he had my finger, he might as well have been bulletproof.
Fatherhood is pretty sweet.
