Swinging, strolling, playing, nursing. None of it has worked. It is 9 PM and you should have been asleep two hours ago. Instead, you are awake and crying when placed in your crib. What is a mom, to do?
You had me up at midnight and 5 a.m. Your sisters, collectively, woke me at 1, 2 and 4 a.m. I haven’t slept in years.
After all of the trying, the rocking, the swaying, it dawns on me just what you need. It’s so simple, why didn’t I think of it all along?
My energy changes. I lay you on your tummy. You fight. I place my gentle hands upon your back. Your head. You settle.
I caress the soft skin on your sweet, little chubby arm and you lift it begging me to continue. So I do. I channel all the love I have for you through the end of my fingertips. I calm and so do you.
We’ve been connected since the beginning and we always will be.
I set aside my exhaustion, my frustration and I send my love to you.
I slowly stop moving, resting my full palm upon your body. A fingertip. Hovering.
I’ve waited all of this time for you to sleep and yet I pause to marvel at your perfection before shutting your door, leaving my energy safely enclosed so that you feel safe. Secure.
All my love, to you.