October 1. 2015

Last night was one of those nights that makes a mother want to cry. My youngest Sebastian was up till 4:30. He was screaming and crying, teething is no joke. But then I remembered a night very similar to this from when my oldest was the same age. At nine months old my oldest, Gabriel, was a real champ. Rarely needed to be rocked to sleep, never needed orajel or tylenol when teething etc. But I remember one night when he just was not feeling well at all and wanted to be held and rocked. Gabriel is now three years old and rarely wants to be held or snuggled. To tell the truth I miss the days when he sought me out for comfort. As I sat in the rocker with Sebastian last night, wanting to cry, dead exhausted, not sure what to do, I did what I use to when Gabe had those rare moments. I sang to him. He looked up at me and smiled, then drifted off to sleep. I was so very touched by this moment I had to stop and thank God for humbling me and giving me patience.