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"Mama, The Sky's Awake"

"Mommy, can you sing me a song?" she asks as we lay in her little girl bed- her stretched out, but cuddled up right next to me, me cramped and trying to get into as comfortable position as I can while we go night-night.  On this particular night, it takes one song before she drifts off to sleep, her ba-ba- (paci) hanging out of her mouth (it's some good sleep!).  Other nights it takes 2 songs, some nights it takes our whole song and dance routine and she's still awake.


I slip out of her bed, hoping the cracking of my knees won't wake her, kiss her beautiful curls, and tip-toe out of her room.  It's the only time our house is actually quiet these days.  I've got about 4 hours (hopefully) before someone will need me for something again.  I clean up the kitchen, pick up the toys, fold the laundry, finally sitting down to focus on some schoolwork.  I'm so tired, but the demands of the day aren't finished and I have to push through to get to a place I won't regret when I wake up in the morning. (I knew I should have done the dishes last night!)



I settle in to bed around ten, read a chapter in a book that I'll have to re-read tomorrow because I can't even remember the last sentence.  I turn out the light and it feels like I've just drifted off when little man decides he's hungry or needs a cuddle.  They are one in the same in his eleventh month of life.  He falls quickly back to sleep, but I hold him a little bit longer because how can my baby be almost one whole year old?  We'll do this whole thing again a few more times throughout the night.



Before I know it, I hear a little voice calling out to me, "Mommy?  Mommy?!"  She never gets out of bed, probably because when we first put her in a big girl bed, the rule was she had to stay until Mommy or Daddy came to get her.  That's apparently carried over a year now, so I summon enough energy to pull my tired, aching bones out of bed and trudge down the hall to her room.  She's waiting on me, sitting up in her bed with her lovey in one hand and her paci in the other.  I really don't have the energy to try to reason her back to bed and she knows this.  She hops up quickly into my arms and lays her sweaty head on my shoulder.  It fits perfectly in the crook of my neck.  I silently wish it would always stay that way.



She sleeps well the rest of the night, kicking me and her Daddy, cuddling up close to us, feet in our faces, and sometimes even entertains us with some conversation going on in her dreams.  The sun rises and the rays kiss her sweet cheeks.  She wakes up ready.  There's no laying around for this one.  She rolls over and with her sweet toddler morning breath that I could smell forever, whispers in my face, "Mama, the sky's awake!"


Yes, baby, it is.  And so begins another day in paradise. :)

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