Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Bedtime bonding

"Mommy, when my bruzzer is asleep, come and say goodnight and snuggle and talk with me, okay?"

He repeats his request each night as I go to nurse his little brother off to sleep. "Yes, I'll come," I always reply. "Good night."

I turn my attention to the baby. He's not such a baby anymore, walking and talking and counting and using the potty, but oh, he's still my baby. He nurses for a while, his ever-fidgeting hands flying all over the place. He sticks a finger in my mouth and I nip at it; he stops nursing long enough to grin at me in response.

Eventually he stops, or I stop him, and I sit beside him while he wiggles and fidgets and whispers to sleep. Sometimes I get drawn in, laying nose-to-nose with him and giggling at our silliness. Finally his body stills and his breathing deepens. I brush a kiss across his cheek and inhale his sweet scent before I leave. He is perfection, this sleeping child of mine.

I leave our bedroom and head down the hall to the kids' bedroom, where the older one is waiting for me to "say goodnight and snuggle and talk" with him. Sometimes he's asleep when I get there. I kiss his warm forehead in the dark and whisper a prayer over him before silently leaving.

But when he's awake, I scoot him over and sit down beside him. We talk about our day - the best parts, the worst parts - and about our plans for tomorrow. I don't know what it is about that dark room after bedtime, but somehow it makes the whispers run even more freely than usual. He tells me his thoughts and worries, hopes and confessions. He asks me his biggest questions, often questions so big that I hardly know where to begin in answering them. I wish I had all the answers, darling.

Eventually I bid him a good night, returning shortly with a glass of water in exchange for one last hug and kiss. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too, Mommy."

I melt.

10 comments:

  1. So sweet. My oldest daughter has started whispering, "You always come back, Mama." Our latest ritual after I leave her to put the baby to sleep. Melts my heart every time,too.

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  2. Awesome experience you've given vision to here. I could smell the baby and hear the whispers.

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  3. That is *exactly* what our nights look like, except he begs me to wake him up if I come back and he's already asleep- hehe.

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  4. Yes, melting. That is exactly what this mothering gig is all about, isn't it?

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  5. Awww! This made me tear up. I'm reading it as I nurse my little (not so little) guy and his fingers are in my mouth and all over my face. Soon he will be asleep and I'll give him a snuggle and a smell, just like you described. I always wondered how it would work if I had other kids in the house, but you seem to make it work just fine. We'll see what happens, but for now, I'll treasure these moments with my baby.

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  6. Aw, This is Us, how precious!

    Jamie, too cute! Do you wake him up??

    Galit, yes, these are definitely the moments that make it so wonderful.

    Adrienne, that is so sweet. :)

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  7. And you'll always have these moments tucked in hearts.

    Beautiful post. Thank you.

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  8. Aww...It's so hard to fight for parental attention with an infant sibling. It's so nice that your kid is really understanding and patient.

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  9. Beautiful. Bedtime is so special isn't it. I love snuggling down with my little lad and talking about our day :-)

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