Laying here in the stillness, of a peaceful weekend nap about to begin.
My heart is so full, my mind at such ease. Looking down to my left my usually wiggling two and a half year old little boy is finally settling down. He has chosen to take his nap today in Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom, and seeing that it’s the weekend, we let him. I know, I know we are told not to bring our children into our beds. Which is why we usually have them in their very own, but there is such a wonderful feeling that comes along with these little people that we create laying at your side. There are so many beautiful memories as a parent I wouldn’t trade for the world, which come from our four poster bed.
My son was pretty good with napping as a baby but couldn’t stand to be apart when the evenings came. Often challenging the whole sleeping through the night. I always say “he’s just ready for life and he doesn’t want to miss a minute”. He even arrived early by five weeks to prove it. He certainly is busy and now more than ever. Watching how fast they grow, I just want to press pause and squeezes him tightly, and I can. I can hold him and love on his soft warm little toddler body without any other distractions of cars or farm animals. It’s in the moments right before leading into his sleep that he wants me most. “Mama hold me, I love you” he whispers. “Yes my baby boy, I’ll be more than happy to hold you, forever. I love you too” I tenderly respond. A soft smile falls upon his lips and his full cheeks relax. Just like that, he gazes off and falls fast asleep.
Looking now to my right my baby girl nuzzles in close to my body. She has just finished nursing and finally drifted off to her sweet infant slumber. Her curved little body is still, except for her tiny chest that rises and falls with every breath. Dozing the afternoon away with her wee baby thoughts and dreams. I often wonder what babies dream of. I imagine her dreams to be filled with the ones she see most like Mommy, Daddy, brother and of course our chipper dog. Maybe even pools and streams of milk that flow over her, an all you can drink buffet. Which is actually pretty close to real life for a nursing baby. They kind of do set their own little schedule, especially regarding quantity. Sleep comes easily for her, which is pleasantly welcomed. I find that I could lay her down just about any time and she will entertain herself until she falls fast asleep. Her breath is heavier now, she must really be doing something big. Her arms stretch up over her head as she fidgets for just another minute. Her eyes pop open to look around at her surroundings. She must have felt comforted by our familiar faces. Her eyelids grow heavy and shut delicately. She settles in yet again, she is calm and content.
I believe one of the many pleasures my husband has of being a father, is partaking in our family nap times. He is usually early to rise, including the weekends, so getting to hold his children close while taking a mid day rest is beyond treasured. He eagerly waits for the loving hugs and snuggles, the same way I and many other parents do. Engaging in small talk of fantasy. Pirates, giants and dinosaurs are among the top topics before sleep, not to be overshadowed in our house, to that of trains. Then the sleep train pulls through, even for my husband. I am among three peaceful sleeping bodies on this old wooden bed. I lovingly look down at all of them, cherishing yet another moment of my family. The “grown up bed” where we aren’t all supposed to be, but sometimes it’s better to make our own rules.