As I was washing my face last night, the bathroom door crept open. In lumbered a very sleepy 6 year old. He looked at me and quietly said, "Momma I'm scared". My heart sank to the depths of my toes.
I told him to get in my bed and that I would be there as soon as I got done. When I opened that bathroom door there he was, sitting up straight as a soldier waiting for me. I thought my heart couldn't sink any further than it already did, but this time it made it into the abyss.
I'm sure there are a lot of parents that would send him back to his room, but I couldn't, not tonight. He was terrified of his dreams and needed to feel the safety that only comes from sleeping next to me. As much as I need my good sleep, and we all know having kung foo fighters lying next to you does not equal good sleep, there is something comforting for me knowing he is next to me. I know that one day the late night visits will end and I'll look back and miss them. So for now, I'm ok with a little less peaceful sleep. I figure I can sleep when I'm older.
I told him to get in my bed and that I would be there as soon as I got done. When I opened that bathroom door there he was, sitting up straight as a soldier waiting for me. I thought my heart couldn't sink any further than it already did, but this time it made it into the abyss.
I'm sure there are a lot of parents that would send him back to his room, but I couldn't, not tonight. He was terrified of his dreams and needed to feel the safety that only comes from sleeping next to me. As much as I need my good sleep, and we all know having kung foo fighters lying next to you does not equal good sleep, there is something comforting for me knowing he is next to me. I know that one day the late night visits will end and I'll look back and miss them. So for now, I'm ok with a little less peaceful sleep. I figure I can sleep when I'm older.
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