Ok, I am going to try Five Minute Friday again. This is so challenging, yet refreshing as a writer. One word prompt. Five minutes to write.
Setting timer. Go.
This week the word is: Visit.
Each night I have a visitor. It is always for different reasons, but at least he is consistent.
“Mommy, I am cold.”
“Mommy, there is a bat in my room.” (Nightmare…we don’t really have bats.)
“Mommy, I came to tell you I love you.”
“Mommy, I sleep with you?”
Most nights I escort him back to bed. Tuck him in bed. But some nights, like last night, I am too tired and welcome him with open arms.
These visits are uncomfortable. We only have a queen bed. My husband and I are big people. How does a three-year-old require more space than two grown adults? These nights are sleepless for me. These nights are numbered therefore cherished.
I know it won’t be long that he will outgrow the desire to be snuggled, but I know these late night (early morning) visits will foster a sense of welcoming. He will always be welcomed for a visit when he needs me.
How sweet is this! Of your boy for the adorable excuses to cuddle with Mom and Dad, and of you for giving up the night of sleep and the next day of comfort for those moments. Love it.
Sometimes mommy knows when boy needs a little extra, and that was you and him yesterday. Prayed for both! Hang in there. This too shall pass, yet cherish it.
Thanks, Jen. I know he is going through a phase. Never went through this with Little Miss Independent. 🙂 Just trying to figure out how to parent them each according to their differences. I really appreciated your encouragement yesterday.
Oh, this is precious! My little ones don’t do this, which I’ve generally been thankful for :), but there is something so sweet about snuggling with them.