The first time I woke up this morning was about 5 when I sensed the arrival of a little one at my bedside. Sometimes I think he sleepwalks and ends up at my side. He curled up beside me and I didn’t resist; much as I didn’t want to interrupt my own sleep. He is 6 and I know these days, nights, will end soon; in fact, he does this so much less than he used to.
My baby boy is a close sleeper. He can’t be in the bed without being almost on top of me- a leg over my hip; shift, an arm over my neck; shift, head tucked under my chin. The blankets and the boy made me too warm, and I put off the urge to uncover for as long as I could stand it. When I realized I wasn’t sleeping, I readjusted my situation and fell back to sleep. Listening to his gentle breath brought me as much comfort as being next to his mom brought him. A sacred space for mother and child.
Thank you God, for little boys who love their mom enough to cuddle even in their dreams.
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