Reinforcement of Uniqueness

Yesterday, my son and his wife left their youngest daughter, “Naї”, at night, under my wife’s care. This is a well-known passionate love for her to take care of any of our grandchildren. This is the first time that the baby sleeps with us at home. I saw, on her face, anxiety that is known to me. My wife has raised our three children, and she assists in caring for our grandchildren with joy that is devoid of any complaint or giving in to fatigue. She loves each and every one of them, and they all love her one by one. This is her. In front of any new child, whether a child or a grandchild, she is consumed by anxiety, this same anxiety. What she did was that she started searching for answers that would ease her anxiety. She picked up her phone, and talked to the baby’s other grandmother who has taken care of her since her birth. “Should I cover her while she is sleeping?”. “Should I leave her some light on in the room?”. "Should I feed her, if she wakes up?"… My wife knows that every human being is unique. Anxiety, her anxiety, is an acknowledgment of this uniqueness, without which there is no true bonding between people; rather, a reinforcement of it.