This is an image I am increasingly seeing as I rush in and out of my room during the day. Notice he precious little blanket, “cold blankey,” lying in the middle of our bed. This is a sign my baby girl came to join me at some point during the night or wee morning hours.
She tells me I give the best snuggles; she tells me this daily. She calls for me on nights that she doesn’t just get up and come crawl beside me. For months the sound of “I Neeeed Moooommmmmmyyyyyy, I Neeeeeeddddd Moooommmmyyyyh!” Would come streaming into our room almost every night. I would send David because of I go then I end up beside her, half sleeping, cuddling her to make her happy (and me happy too.)
Snuggling isn’t easy as my back hurts a lot when she takes up the space my legs need to rest and ensure the back alignment is what I need it. As mighty progresses I spend a lot more of the time than I do when I’m alone. But when I wake I see her gentle soft face happy and still beside me. If I move away she shuffles close to me. She needs to touch me and feel me near.
I love snuggling this girl. It warms my heart how much she loves to be connected while she’s sleeping. I know she will outgrow it. I know that soon she won’t need me this way. She is independent in so many ways. Four is a great age. She is thoughtful, loving, kind and emphatuated with me. I will try to appreciate this more then be frustrated by it.
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