Yesterday I had a hard day. Three weeks postpartum and into the newborn stage and I felt drained from giving so much of myself. Giving of my body. My sleep. My alone time. My social life. My hobbies. My energy. My everything. I woke up in the middle of the night to hear my toddler calling out for “mama.” I naturally went to see what he wanted and it turned out he just wanted his water bottle refilled. I filled it up and then slipped into his bed next to him. I don’t usually do this but I’m so glad I did. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and didn’t let me go. In that moment I felt so loved; needed; wanted. I craved that validation. I longed to receive. He was able to give to me without even realising it. Sometimes it’s not enough to just be told that you are loved, appreciated and wanted. It can be more meaningful when shown. And sometimes that looks like being trapped in a big bear hug from your two year old.