Here’s the thing about kids like Henry: they have moments where they are struggling just to exist in the world, and then they take a deep breath and they move on and are happy and peaceful and perfect again.
Of course, their mamas are still lying on the floor in a puddle of guilt and angst and sadness, but whatever.
Over the weekend, my friend Mir had a Very Long Day with her son; when we talked on Monday, she said that while Monkey had bounced right back, she had laid awake most of the night on Saturday, just recovering and thinking and being the mama.
When I asked how she was, I believe her exact words were, “I am very tired.”