My beautiful baby, fresh from my womb with a soft cry that makes me go tender inside
My beautiful baby, cooing so sweetly, closes her eyes and sleeps so deeply
My beautiful toddler, ever so cautious, learning the world around her
My beautiful toddler, learning her words, so anxious to tell me everything
My beautiful child, discovering the world around her, trying new things
My beautiful child, fearless, courageous, striving out into the world to make her mark
My beautiful child, it's 3:00 a.m. in the morning, unless you want me to take you out of this world, stop poking me!!!
I had you going there, didn't I? I was reflecting on how my darling girl has grown so much over the past 5 years. I adore her with all of my heart, but the past few weeks she has taken to waking me up, every school night between 2:00 and 3:00 a.m. She tip toes into the room so quietly and stands by my bedside like a silent stalker. I can feel her right before she takes that finger and poke, poke, poke..."Mommy, I can't sleep" she whispers. Like a zombie I walk her into the living room, put some blankets and pillows on the sofa and kiss her back to sleep.
Last night I even threatened her with her allowance - Don't get out of bed, don't wake me up, stay in your own bed or no allowance this week.
3:00 a.m. "Mommy, I tried and tried and tried to stay in my room but just couldn't sleep anymore. You can have my allowance if I can sleep down here on the couch".
I didn't have the heart to take her allowance from her, but I won't tell her that until the end of the week. Let her worry about it just a little. See if she will stay in bed tonight to redeem herself. Odds are not good for me!
I miss snuggling with my little Angel that snores like a truck driver and punches like Ali in her sleep. Sort of...