index | archives | notes Saturday, Dec. 15, 2007 9:28 p.m. << [ Little Rock ] >> We're joy and blue and he's kicking on his back when he hits his head against the wall. He starts with "Ow!" and rubs the spot, and then throws himself into rage. He turns red and tries to twist backwards out of my arms, but I catch and hold him. "Little Rock, it's okay, shhh," I whisper, and I hold him to my chest. "It's okay." I hold his head where he is hurt. He rages against my body and I hold him tight so he can't hurt himself more. He breathes, and when he starts to move back from red into blue, he takes my hand and rubs it against his head, like mothers do with their children. "It's okay," I say, and he looks up at me, holding my hand. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org