A baby, left to its own devices, nude, in a crib, will fling and flail. He won’t rest, and he will suffer.

Boundaries – imposed gently, with love – provide safety. The baby can sleep, knowing his hands and feet won’t escape, knowing he won’t punch or scratch himself.

I hugged my father-in-law the other day – the first person outside my household I have touched in months.

We were outside.

I hugged him from behind.

In a COVID-approved fashion.

It felt so fucking good.

I feel much better now. 

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