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You didn’t want to nap today, TJ. You just weren’t feeling well. You’d been fine when we went to lunch at McDonald’s, but you were still awake an hour and a half after I put you to bed crying. I tried rocking with you several times, and I tried to put you back in your crib to nap unsuccessfully each time.
From your crib, you reached out your arms for me to pick you up. “Rocking chair!” you demanded. So we rocked together in the rocking chair, and you draped your arms over my shoulders. You’re so big now that you have to bend your knees on my lap. With your head against my shoulder, you looked out the window and tried to sing along with me as I sang to you.
It was so sweet, especially since you usually shout at me until I stop when I try to sing during the day. But our special song is Lullaby by Billy Joel, and I’ve sung it to you since you were in my tummy. You don’t quite know the whole song yet, but you were singing all of the rhyming words with me at the end of each line. You melted my heart.
You ended up skipping your nap today, but as you run around being a bold boy here tonight, I’m still smiling whenever I think about you singing with me earlier.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
