Scissors

“It shredded my heart into a million pieces.”

A friend said this to me. She finally let her baby cry himself to sleep.

Now it’s our turn. To be horrible parents. To be tough. To let her wail for ten minutes. And then another five. To hold my breath within the torture of her cries.

I had no idea humans were born without the ability to put themselves back to sleep. Another cruel ledge for new parents. An injustice in the shape of scissors.