Night Owls

At 4 am, I have brilliant ideas. Creative thoughts and insightful words pour into my head at a rapid pace. If I had my computer in hand at 4 am, I could write a post so heartfelt that the world would just have to stop and take notice. Cut to now and the brilliant ideas are a bit choppy due to being up at 4 am.  The sentiments are still there but they are buried beneath a night of being woken up by a restless toddler. Not that I would trade it for the world...there is something to being needed. Hearing the little footsteps come up the stairs, listening to the door slowly creak open, and feeling a small hand grab mine and proceed to guide me down to his room...it is kind of amazing in that "Holy mother of pearl. I cannot believe this kid has done this 3 times already tonight, but man alive...I am so thankful to be his Mama and have the capability to lull him back to dream land." My little guy is not a good sleeper, but as I near the due date of our second miracle- I am not exactly sleeping the best either. The princess shifts her little body here and there looking for a new position in an otherwise completely cramped space, finally settles in, and then she gets the hiccups. For at least an hour. This has become my night. So- when I found myself lying wide awake for hours a few nights ago- I was actually waiting to hear my restless lovebug's call. And when it came, I felt a sense of purpose. And as I tucked him back into bed, I thanked my lucky stars to have this time with him. Uninterrupted, quiet, and completely precious. Those moments of just him and I, with no other distractions may be difficult some nights...I might be exhausted and frustrated, but I am also grateful for this time when all he wants is his Mama's hand, another kiss, and an "I love you" before drifting off again. Being a mother is not without its challenges, but it is so worth it. <3

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