Friday, December 21, 2007

Slow Night

I don't know what I did to be blessed with such an amazing, beautiful child. After dinner, I spent the evening with my daughter, and all she wanted to do was snuggle in my lap, with her warm, soft cheek pressed against mine. Before I knew it, an hour had passed. Then she sang me a song ("Happy Birthday" even though it's not my birthday yet) and wrote her name for me. Afterward, she splashed around in the tub for fifteen minutes then curled up in my lap again so I could read her a story. She was asleep before I got through the first page.

For a half-hour, I sat, quietly rocking, thinking about the hours spent in that chair when she was an infant...the hours I spent nursing her and stroking her soft head, singing to her. She's two and a half now, and the rocker is starting to squeak a little. I think that's testament to how much time we've spent in it. I love watching her sleep--her little, round face is so peaceful and relaxed. I wish I could sleep like that. And yet...I would gladly give up hours and hours of sleep to watch her sleep. In fact, I think I'll skip the household stuff tonight and sneak into her room for a few minutes and watch her in her peaceful slumber.

Funny how motherhood does that.

2 comments:

CRUSTYBEEF said...

The magic of Children, and the magic at Christmas..it sounds like a wonderful night that you had last night!

This post made me cry! I so know what you mean about the rocker. We've had the same one since just before Jackson was born, and each son has been rocked, and nursed, and cuddled, and soothed, so much now that like you said, the squeaking is loud..but I won't correct that, like you said, it's showing the love that you've used!
May today be beautiful for you!
Thank you for this post!
Always,
crusty~

jAMiE said...

What a lovely post, thank you for sharing!