1243am. i couldn't sleep. my ears tuned in immediately when the nighttime silence was disrupted by my littlest one tossing about. i waited. she didn't cry or yell out. but i could hear her fervent search for a blanket and nuk. then the thUmp of her jump(this smallest child of mine never climbs down, only up. always she jumps). little feet pounding in a mad dash for the door as if she is expecting the monster under the bed to be waiting patiently for just this moment. a pause as the door swings open and gently closes(funny that she thinks to close it behind her). and another mad dash to mama's big bed. she climbs up in no time and snuggles in. chilly toes drawn to warm skin. safely wrapped in mama's arms, she's asleep within seconds. our nightly routine.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
hazey's little feet.
1243am. i couldn't sleep. my ears tuned in immediately when the nighttime silence was disrupted by my littlest one tossing about. i waited. she didn't cry or yell out. but i could hear her fervent search for a blanket and nuk. then the thUmp of her jump(this smallest child of mine never climbs down, only up. always she jumps). little feet pounding in a mad dash for the door as if she is expecting the monster under the bed to be waiting patiently for just this moment. a pause as the door swings open and gently closes(funny that she thinks to close it behind her). and another mad dash to mama's big bed. she climbs up in no time and snuggles in. chilly toes drawn to warm skin. safely wrapped in mama's arms, she's asleep within seconds. our nightly routine.
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Such a wonderful (and apt!) description of Hazey. Although she's so physical and fearless, that little girl has such an unexpected composure about her. To just collect one's things and quietly dart out of the room when there might be monsters? Remarkable!
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