Sunday, June 20, 2010

Small Unexpected Graces

It's late. Emma thankfully fell asleep rather easily. She kept yawning through her bedtime stories, so I was fairly confident that it wouldn't be a repeat of Saturday night. However, about half an hour ago I heard her get out of bed and pitter-patter her way to the door of her room. Initially I was annoyed.

I raced up the stairs in an attempt to keep her from coming downstairs and then never going back to sleep and got to her door before she could open it herself. Picked her up and holding her, walked to the rocking chair. She was making little noises that told me she was scared.

I don't know what it is about it, but for some reason, rocking a child who's scared and helping them fall back to sleep is soothing for me. I love gently moving Emma's curls out of her face, caressing her sweet, kissable cheeks, and whispering to her how much I love her.

She fell back to sleep quickly and didn't stir when I put her back in bed.

Thank you for this one grace tonight.

Yesterday was completely different. I won't go into detail because I want to keep feeling good from the experience tonight, but I will say it took forever to get Emma to go to sleep last night and after repeated visits to her room she asked me to sing her to sleep. When I asked her what song she wanted, she said the Bum-Bum song. I had no idea what song she meant and asked her what the Bum-Bum song was. She promptly began to sing the main theme from Star Wars. Saturday night, Emma fell asleep to me singing, bum bum, bum-bum-bum-buuuuuum, bum, bum-bum-bum-buuuuuum, bum, bum-bum-bum-buuuuuum! Cute. So even though the night had been horrible, at least it ended on a pretty funny note.


Janelle said...

The bum-bum song incident sounds pretty funny. I know what you mean about soothing a child, though. Julie's never really been scared of anything -- she doesn't know that there are things to be scared of. But I enjoy soothing her when she's hurt or upset (unless it's because she hurt herself doing something I'd repeatedly told her not to do...then I'm annoyed, but I still soothe her). It's a wonderful thing, because you feel the love and trust and need that they have for you. As much as a husband or a friend might love or trust or need you, it's never like your child does.

JerieH said...

It is things like that make being a mom worth it.