It’s funny the places our thoughts may go as they wander during the middle of the night.
It had been a rough day with sleeplessness for our youngest eighteen month old granddaughter. Having not had a nap, we thought, surely, she will sleep earlier, longer, and better that night. She proved us wrong and round about 4AM, I knew her mom needed a break as she had to go to work in the morning.
Getting up from bed, I whispered through the crack in the door, “Do you want me to take her?”
This was how I found myself on the couch in the family room with a toddler on top of me. Gentle rocking, stroking of the head, and many, many rounds of “Jesus Loves Me” and her body relaxed, her arms went limp, and sleep came.
Pulling the nearby blanket up and over the two of us, I too, hoped to sleep. But my mind had other things in mind …
- “I wonder how many other women are up with toddlers tonight?”
- “I forgot how sweet the sound of a sleeping baby breathing can be.”
- “It’s the best feeling in the world to hold a little one and know they found peace in your embrace.”
My little one would never know, nor remember, who held her that one night as sleep eluded her. She did not wake up in the morning and tell me “Thank you!”, “You did a wonderful job rocking me!”, or “You sing beautifully!”
But she did open her eyes in the morning and groggily look up at me and smile. She put her head back down and lay there for a few minutes in the comfort and sunlight, knowing she was safe and loved.
Won’t you join me at Woman to Woman Ministries HERE as I share the two thoughts the night brought.
Today I am joining …
Aww! How sweet :). I wish I could help my daughter more often (she lives in AK).
Anita, while it would seem that I have helped with each one of my granddaughters, I think I have been the one who benefited the most from the lessons I learned along the way. I am sure, you make the most of your time when you visit.