I am fortunate enough to be a Mother. Every day, many times a day I am reminded of this blessed fact. And in this rare moment when I can write a blogpost (currently during a naptime), I find myself thinking about my children.
For you see, silence takes on a whole new dynamic when you have children. Quiet moments are marked by naps, bedtimes, and times they are out of the house under the care of someone else.
When my children were babies, I would enjoy (for many reasons) the time when they would fall asleep.
Usually, they were in my arms and they would drift off after nursing with blissful smiles on their faces. Nestled in my arms, their eyelids would flutter closed, breathing slowed, and time stood still as I watched all their muscles relax into trustful slumber.
On days when I had pressing obligations and responsibilities to attend to during their sleeptime, I felt this tug to stay in this precious moment with my sleeping baby, wrapped up in love. Often with some measure of regret, I would lay them down in their bed and tiptoe away.
The peace felt like no other kind of peace. Love and contentment washed over me. My soul blended with my baby's energy much the same way it blended during gestation. This little piece of joy was mine to hold onto.
For you see, silence takes on a whole new dynamic when you have children. Quiet moments are marked by naps, bedtimes, and times they are out of the house under the care of someone else.
When my children were babies, I would enjoy (for many reasons) the time when they would fall asleep.
Usually, they were in my arms and they would drift off after nursing with blissful smiles on their faces. Nestled in my arms, their eyelids would flutter closed, breathing slowed, and time stood still as I watched all their muscles relax into trustful slumber.
On days when I had pressing obligations and responsibilities to attend to during their sleeptime, I felt this tug to stay in this precious moment with my sleeping baby, wrapped up in love. Often with some measure of regret, I would lay them down in their bed and tiptoe away.
The peace felt like no other kind of peace. Love and contentment washed over me. My soul blended with my baby's energy much the same way it blended during gestation. This little piece of joy was mine to hold onto.
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