My daughter began living with me at just under 3 years of age. Before then, she had lived in a babyhouse with gentle, enlightened, but overworked caregivers. After she came to live with me I was always aware that she had spent most of her life elsewhere, that her tenure with me was relatively short in comparison to her life thus far. However, over the past 3 years this awareness has gradually abated as the time that she has spent with me gradually accrued.
The critical line of demarcation happened sometime last week. The scales shifted: the amount of time that she has spent with me is now greater than the amount of time she has spent without me.
I did not feel any great change in feeling at the shifting of the scales, and neither did she, it seems. But still it was a moment with significance. I’d known it was coming, and now that it is passed, I do feel a bit more grounded, more secure.
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