Gesture.

The other morning, Oliver was awake and I was asleep and he was bouncing: "Wake up, wake up". I groaned and rolled over, just as I heard the familiar click of my glasses being moved on our head-board shelf. I lurched awake, afraid Oliver was playing with them. Instead, he handed them to me: "Here, Mommy, here are your glasses". And I don't know what about that single gesture has struck me so, that almost a week later it pops into my mind and I am overcome and touched and, strangely enough, consumed with the relief  I felt that day. It's a profound moment when the children you spend so much time and energy and resources loving, actually begin the growing-up process of loving you back.