Tonight I held an 8-year-old boy on my lap and rocked him to sleep while he sobbed.

He was having a rough day. A rough year, really. And being growled at by me for messing around at bedtime was the straw that broke the camel's back. The tears came, and came, and came.

And so I held him.

His legs are long and his body is heavy. The body of a big kid, who runs and climbs and plays sports. He wasn't sure where to put his head, the instinct lost.

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Some would say that I'm soft, that I'm spoiling