It is the 5:00 AM on a Sunday morning and I am down on my computer instead of sleeping because my five year old came up into bed about an hour ago because he woke up from a nightmare. While I would like to be sleeping right now, he tends to toss and turn and kick and make funny noises when he sleeps – which makes my sleeping rather difficult. So I tried – for an hour to fall back to sleep while beside me lay a squirmy five year old who snores.
Needless to say, I’m now down at my computer typing away.
But I’m thankful for that. I’m thankful that my son is sleeping, nightmare free in my bed. I’m grateful that he still is young enough to come up into our bed when he is scared. That he is young enough to believe that his parents can stop any kind of monster.
Soon enough those days will be gone and I’ll be looking back on them with a fondness for the “good ol’ days.”
I will have forgotten that I’m tired. I will have forgotten that my back is sore from trying to lay on my side on the edge of the bed and not fall off for an hour. I will have forgotten all these things and remember only that my son felt safe and loved in my care.
So now I enjoy this early morning. I might get less sleep. I might need to take a nap later today (its ok, it is Sunday). But I enjoy them and am grateful for these small inconveniences. Right now he is sleeping soundly because he feels that he is protected and loved.