Even wee ones...

Tonight as I lay in bed with Jackson, begging him to quit crying and to go to bed...something that is happening more often than EVER, I finally realized...

even wee ones hurt.

Maybe I'm over feeling the situation.  Maybe I see my hurt in him.  But I believe he hurts too.

I saw the acting out as a sign of hurting.  I saw the tears during her service.  But tonight I lay beside him as he cried and he put his hands on each side of my face like he used to do to her in bed and he bawled. 

My tears flowed, as they are now, unashamed.  He wiped them away and we hugged. 

Even the wee ones hurt.