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There he was, all blond curls and big blue eyes, clinging to his mother's leg, while we finalized the details for Beth's new job. Forrest held on for dear life as he checked out these new surroundings and unfamiliar people. I wasn't worried, I was confident that I would be able to connect with him and that the best thing for me to do was to give him a little space and some time, checking in with him now and then to let him know that I was interested and quite aware of his presence. It felt good to know that I knew what to do.Of course, nearby was Roger, up to his old tricks. He connected right away by initiating an arm-crossing game (how impressively clever!) that Forrest continued to practice at home in the hours after their first meeting. Well, so what? I was still confident.
And I definitely tried harder. I finally found the time to set up the long-promised play area (we call it our own employer-sponsored child care program) in the workroom so that all babies and grandbabies would have their own space while their adults worked nearby. I dusted off the toys from my family day ...