When the moosh was tiny I spent hours in my glider with her, praying for her to just fall asleep already. There were so many things I wanted to do or could do if she would just. fall. asleep. I had my first good cry over motherhood in that chair. I’ve cured fevers and nightmares in that chair. I have laughed from that chair, played from that chair, screamed from that chair and have probably read over a thousand stories and sang well over a thousand songs in that chair.
It was over a year ago that she last fell asleep in my arms in that chair.
I have tried to trick her multiple times into falling asleep in my arms in that chair. Just so I can hold her warm little sleeping body, snuzzle my nose into her curls and listen to her breathe.
Like I used to.
Tonight I finally tricked her. I was ready to spend the entire night rocking in that chair holding onto my baby, sniffing her freshly washed curls.
She woke up after five minutes and asked to be put in bed.
I’m pretty sure she couldn’t have sank my heart faster with an anchor and lead weight.
You put them to bed as babies.
And they wake you up (what seems like) the next morning as little kids.
It’s going too fast.