I sit alongside my baby while he tries desparately to settle down.
Reading a story.
He wiggles and squirms.
The book closes.
He plays with the corner of his blankie.
He asks for buggies. I comply, gently tracing my fingers along his back.
He still wiggles. He kicks his feet.
I am restless.
“I can’t be still. My legs have to move.”
“You can be still.”
He tries. He squeezes his eyes shut.
I comply again.
Minutes pass. He gets a little more still.
He rolls to his side and puts his hand on my arm.
He likes that contact. Knowing I am there.
He settles in.
I watch him breathe evenly. Long eyelashes resting on his cheeks.
Peace. Quiet. Lullabies playing softly.
It is in these still and quiet hours that I can breathe deeply and reflect on the incredible blessings that populate my life. The frustrations and struggles of the day fade away as I watch my children sleep.