Sleep. And more sleep. The heavy kind. The loose-and-light dream kind. The eat-a-very-late-breakfast-and-go-back-to-bed kind. The kind where your kid joins you and you both pass out even though it’s midday, and then he sleeps on as you slowly wake up and you get to stroke his back and see him stretch exactly the way he did when he was a baby.
The become-a-whole-new-person kind of sleep, which is to say, the magic of becoming your whole self again.