The Earliest Forms of Consent and Communication (Part 1)

She stirs.
Stretches.
Smiles.
Blows bubbles.
I smile, too.
And tell her good morning.
“Hello.”
“You are awake!”
Then I ask her a question.
It has always been a silly question.
“Can I pick you up?”
I started asking her this at the hospital when she was just born.
I hold out my hands and pause before I pick her up.
In the space of that pause, today?
At five and a half months old?
She rolled away from me to grab at her little stuffed dog.
And then she rolled back to me.
Ready to be picked up.
“Wait a second, mommy. Let me get this first.”

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