I’m always learning to reframe.
Changing your frame of mind, however, isn’t easy. But… what if.
Last night I was blessed with the privilege of waking up moments after I’d gotten into bed by my sweet baby who has started to cough and woken herself up. She needed a hug. She held my face in her palms as I stretched out towards her. She gripped my neck so hard it strained my own muscles. I lifted her warm body from her bed and we laid down in mine, just like when she was an infant. Her own form taking the opposite shape of mine, fitting in together the way only mamas and babies forever fit.
When I woke up this morning, her small body now tucked into the warmer of her parents (always daddy), I couldn’t help but smile. The few minutes of sleep that I missed will be caught up ten fold. When I’m old and lonely and wishing my babies were still babies and living at home. Someday they won’t need me when they wake. This part of parenting, this period is but a brief, fleeting privilege that I’m trying to embrace and love each day.