One of my very favorite things to do beginning in mid-November until the beginning of January is to quietly sneak into Nolan's room well after he's fallen asleep. I slip inside his bedroom and just get lost in watching him sleep peacefully with his little Christmas tree lights twinkling, a soft glow upon his face, and his arm securely around his little blue bunny. Some nights I can absolutely lose track of time while wondering what he's dreaming about and trying to fully appreciate the blessing lying before me. I can't help but cuddle him or softly rub his face or hair and often times I have to wipe away a tear or two when realizing how fast he's growing up and that he's not my little bitty boy anymore. It always reminds me of the famous Love You Forever story by Robert Munsch.
"I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living,
My baby you'll be."
So, you may wonder why I'm bringing up Christmas time when most everyone is ready for these rain showers to go away and leave behind the beautiful and much anticipated blooms of May. Well, for the past several nights, I've found myself breaking one of the #1 rules that Brian & I set for Nolan since he was very little: No sleeping in our bed. We've always done very well with it, and in fact, Nolan's always done even better with it. He's always liked his own bed and (knock on wood) has always been an excellent sleeper. Until recently, our only exception to the rule was when he woke in the middle of the night to storms. Lately, he's been allowed to fall asleep cuddling with Mommy in bed and then he knows that shortly after he's asleep he'll be taken into his own bed. I don't know if it's the fact that I know soon I'll have a new little one that I'll be up with in the middle of the night watching sleep, or if I'm just wanting to take in every last minute of Nolan. I know I'll still have these precious and treasured moments with Nolan when the baby arrives, but I can't help feeling overcome with the need to truly cherish each night that he does fall asleep with me.
"The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew..."
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