Held.

As a child I always wanted to be held. My surface memory of that has always carried a sense of burden with it. I was a difficult child - reacted easily, responded wildly, tripped a lot, cried and screamed often.

My world was intense - it felt as if I didn’t have any skin. I needed more protection, more love. I’ve learned over time to turn the feeling of burden into qualities to celebrate.

I would only sleep if my father held me. That makes so much sense to me now.