Singing lullabies

There is a huge closet mirror in her room. So as she slumped over me, sucking her thumb, and I sang to her, I caught a glimpse of myself (then walked to the living room to get my phone so I could capture the moment).

I saw myself as Tesla's mother. She needed me tonight. I held her and sang to her. Her eyes got droopy. She fell asleep in my arms. I am needed to provide comfort and love to her. I am her mother, and my desire to provide what she needs to be happy and secure is strong. I love it.