hide-n-(sensory)-seeking

Tonight I played the piano for a little while. It has been several months since I have been able to play. I wasn't sure if Kit would let me, but I sat down to do it anyway. She did let me. She didn't cry. And when she came up beside me, she didn't make me stop. And when she climbed onto the bench next to me, she didn't take my hands off the keys. She just sat next to me, playing on my phone. Content. Happy. That's a big deal. She went through a period last year where she would cry if I played, and would pull on me, my arms until I stopped and picked her up. Or until Daddy came and took her into another room. At first I thought it was just that she wanted to play with me. So I would put her on my lap and play. But she would get mad and take my hands off the keys. So I thought that she just wanted to play. Sometimes she would plunk on the keys. But mostly she would just try to turn the pages of my music. Soon it just wasn't worth the drama. I play to re...