I just had a pleasant evening after a rough day. Work stuff – very boring.
Come home and get my hands in the dishwater as the kids finish reading books with mom. “Dada! Someone very small wants you!” comes from upstairs. The three year old is there, one-piece jammies on, hearing aids away, bottom lip out, standing on the side of the crib, pointing to the guest bed and murmuring, “Dada, bed”. He’s asking to be held on the bed while he falls asleep. This warms me up especially because this has been a Mama month, the Dada being out of favor for constantly putting on The Wrong Shoes, The Wrong Shirt, Restraining Me While Walking in Parking Lots, and all sorts of other 3-year-old infractions.
Up on the shoulder he goes, head down, arms splayed across dada, and we lay down on the bed. In 10 minutes, he’s all floppy.
I’m going to miss that all too soon.
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1 Gregg_Brown // Apr 6, 2010 at 7:52 pm
Enjoy these times while you can. I remember holding my boys until they’d fall asleep. Then after they grew up, I had the rare opportunity of doing it all over again with my girls. I’d lay on the couch with them lying on top of me while I sang or hummed a soft song. they’d be out like a light in no time. I think they liked the vibration from my voice. I miss those times so much. My grand kids are too far away for me to continue this, so all I have are my memories….
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