This might sound really strange, but yes, you read the title correctly. When I was around 5 or 6 years old, I used to gently touch the soft spot on my baby brother’s head. I don’t know why—it just fascinated me, and I thought it was cool. I was always very gentle and never hurt him or made him cry. I would just softly run my fingers over his head, feeling the tiny heartbeat through that thin layer of skin and skull. Eventually, the soft spot closed up, and I remember feeling confused and a little sad that it was gone. But my brother is completely healthy and perfectly fine now!
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I did the same with my little sisters
I used to do the same with my niece, now she’s all grown up and I still check if the soft spot closed 😀
She’ll always be my baby.