Your crying slowly pulls me from a swirl of dreams. I sit up and daddy asks if I want him to get you. Yes. What time is it? Four. He rescues you from your crib and brings you to our bed. You grunt with impatience. You are hungry. I nurse you and as we cuddle you softly kick your leg and pat me with your hand. So cozy. I could stay like this for hours.Your kicks become stronger and I begin to realize that this will not be one of those mornings where you fall back to sleep. Uhg. Why not? We are so comfy. You flip over on to your hands and knees and give me a big grin. Oh, no.
So we're up. We go to the living room where you cling to me. I take a deep breath and smell your sweet smell, kiss your soft hair. You look at your toys. You look at me. You look at your toys again and then wiggle to be let down. Soft fuzzy blocks, your hair brush, books, a plastic tea cup all get to take turns being played with by you. Lucky toys. You are happy to play by yourself as long as I stay right here. You check frequently to make sure that I do. I think of all of the things that need to be done. Dishes, laundry, but I know if I get up you will follow me and I wont get much of anything done. So I'll stay right here and play with you and when you're ready for your your morning nap I will be too.
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As I was reading this I started getting a tear in my eye, thinking "aw, how sweet...cozy baby and mommy" and then the story turned into reality. The real life of a mommy. Being tired. Having a list of things to do but needing to attend to baby instead. No longer sleeping normal hours. Life sure does change, doesn't it? Things are never the same again. And you wouldn't trade it for anything :)
ReplyDeleteYou are so right. I wouldn't trade it for anything! This was one of those times where I just had to remind myself to enjoy the moment. She is growing up so fast and these quiet mornings together are so special.
ReplyDeleteI love your writing style!
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