It’s midnight. I am putting away the ingredients I was using to pack Jade’s lunch for school tomorrow. Michael appears at the top of the stairs.
“Halia’s awake,” he says. “She wants you to come give her a kiss.”
“Okay,” I say, and quickly gather a few more things to stash in the fridge, just in case I am detained in Halia’s room.
When I arrive, I peer into her dim room. She is lying still, breathing softly, blankets tucked up around her shoulders, eyes closed. She’s already fallen asleep again, I think, but I’ll kiss her, since a kiss is what she wanted. I bend over her bed, kiss the peach-fuzz cheek, nose tickled by silky strands of wayward hair.
Her eyes flutter, just barely, and a tiny voice, heavy with sleep, escapes her lips.
“Thank you, Mama.”
And here is another pearl of motherhood, a moment I would love to capture, to save up in a bottle. I’d have it in my coffee every morning, and savour that feeling all day.
So sweet.
that’s what makes it all worthwhile!
I feel warm and fuzzy now.
Awwww! That’s so sweet! She didn’t want to have anything to do with me and essentially told me to @#$% off.
And those are the moments that keep us going when they’re having screaming hissy fits
So, so sweet.
Due to my boyfriend, I, too, always say “Thank you !!” when he kisses me while I sleep
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Those are the perfect moments we parent for, aren’t they?