I am a melted mommy, an official puddle of mommy goo.

Today my son, at nine months, patted me.

We were getting out of the shower and standing around dripping while I looked for towels when I felt it. Pat, pat, pat on my shoulder.

“Oh!” I said, “Are you patting me?”

Pat, pat, pat.

“Oh you sweet baby! You are patting me!”

I patted him on the back.

He patted me on the back.

Those tiny little baby hands patted me, and I melted, because for the first time, my baby was comforting me.