|by, Marie Louise Elizaeth Vigee-LeBrun|
Like this but I sleep in a tee shirt.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
The other night, Lady Baby woke up right as I was getting ready to go to bed. Being the stealth operator that she is, I am sure she sensed my exhaustion as her cue to let me know she was awake and in need of some mommy time. I went in and scooped her up. After some milk and Curious George, back to bed I carried her. I read her a few stories, but she was still fussing, so I did something I haven't done in quite a while. I sat and rocked her. Those 30 minutes erased every crazy thing she had done not only that day, but the several leading up to it. It was a sweet and pure twelve hundred seconds of heavenly toddler calm. She snugged her little arm around my neck in a baby bear hug and laid her head on my shoulder. We sat and enjoyed each other the way only a parent and child can. For that half hour, she was quiet and calm and we just sat and rocked. In the whirlwind that is toddler hood, sometimes it is hard to remember that she is a little girl who has only been on this earth for two short years. There are days that I feel like we have lived a whole lifetime in the epic struggle of mommy versus child. Days spent with constant no's and tempers and flying toys. But then, I get a chance to just be still and breathe in the pure innocence and love that only a child can exude, and it reminds me that getting to be her mom is a gift. It reminds me that even when she is an imp, she is my little imp. It reminds me that I am the luckiest person in the world to be able to share these fleeting minutes with my girl. Sometimes the best medicine for both of us is to just sit and hold each other. There is no better band aid for a bad day and no better way I can remind her that she is forever safe with her mama. Some nights Lady Baby needs to be held and rocked and that's okay. I may wish lots of parts of her being little away, but never those moments of pure bliss when I can sit and be exactly what she needs. It won't last forever and sitting there the other night, I tried to imprint every deep breathe we took together into my heart. I never want to forget the way it felt to have her arm wrapped tight around my neck as if she would never let go.
Posted by Thea at Tuesday, April 03, 2012