Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Thoughts in the Night
I trace the line of his shoulder and gently stroke his back. He stirs and rolls away, but I don’t mind. His rhythmic breathing and beautiful stillness entice me and I can’t help but smile in the dark. I draw him close again, knowing all too well that the years will separate us. I’d shared this moment with each of my babies and in time, they all moved on. Preferring instead, to sleep alone in their beds rather than snuggled up with mama. I kiss his hands, his arm, his cheek. This time he moves closer, still young enough to treasure such things. We lay there, mama and babe, in the beautiful stillness of the night and I cherish this moment for everything it is.