I wrote this a few years ago when my second daughter was not quite two and I was expecting our third child. Tired did not begin to describe where I was at! But I treasure these sweet memories.
My head hit the pillow last night at about 10:30, and my aching body gave way to glorious sleep. I don’t remember a thing.
Until about 3am.
A tiny little voice was just enough to jolt me awake.
“MAMA! W’AR YOU?!”
Little one. Awake. Again. Thanks to some new teeth breaking through and a penchant for middle-of-the-night chatter, she stood at my door in her little striped purple footie jammies.
“Mama? Cuddles? Couch?”
I scooped her up in her white crocheted blanket, gave her Snoopy and Raffi (her stuffed giraffe), and held her on my lap. She talked about the stars that were projected onto the ceiling from one of those ladybug lights.
I closed my eyes, and felt a little hand on my face.
“No, Mama. No close eyes. Open eyes. Count the STARS!”
Oh my goodness, I thought she would wake her snoring big sister for sure. (They’ve been sharing a room for a month and a half. We’re still working out the kinks.)
Nope. The oldest sawed logs while the younger one chatted about how the pink stars are up there, and could she touch them or taste them, but no they’re not food.
“Stars not food Mama!” she laughed.
“No, stars are not food. Shh… go to sleep…” I tried.
Her blanket was freshly washed and dried with vanilla scented dryer sheet.
She smelled like a warm vanilla cookie. What a delicious moment.
3am gave way to 4am, and I decided it was time to put her back in her bed. I only had to bring her back about three or four times before she stayed until nearly 7am (what a miracle!).
Her big sister was up just before 6am, looking for a Berenstain Bears book to read.
The day officially began. Even though it kind of already began at 3am, with an inquisitive “Mama, w’ar you?”
Although sleep-deprived today, I really wouldn’t have missed that hour for the world.
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I love this. So sweet ❤️