Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Sometimes after he's drifted to sleep, I will sneak back into the nursery and lean over the crib rail. Just watching. I watch his chest rise and fall with each breath. I watch his eyelashes flutter as he goes through different REM stages. I watch his mouth as it continues to suck reflexively in his slumber. A few times I've even just rocked in the rocking chair, reading my book listening to the sleep sounds coming from his bed.
In the mornings, he wakes me with laughter and chatter as he talks to his hands and toys. I walk into the room and find him in whatever odd position he landed as he travels around his crib all night. He always greets me with a smile on his face seeming to ask, "What are we doing today, Mom?"
I scoop him up and he grasps my shoulder leaning into it with his open mouth. Instinctively I breath deep and soak in the moment before we venture out into the world and begin our day.