There is a knock at the door and I start to grin…
“Please some open up… please let me in.”
Let me into the world… I want to be out there,
I know it is daytime … there is light everywhere.
There is so much to do… I must have my milk to drink
And an apple, sausages and strawberries I think…
No matter want I want to come out
To be with you and see what is all about.
This is how my daughter starts each day knocking at the door to get out and be with us. She does not cry and scream… she simply knocks and waits because she knows eventually someone will come and let her out.