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.
It felt so fucking good.
I feel much better now.