Even though it was the middle of the night I was awake enough that I heard first her door then our door, open and close. The baby monitor gives off enough of a glow that I could see her approach the bed. Next came the insistent poking on my arm.
"Mom," she whispered in the dark, still poking me.
"What do you need?" I whispered back.
"I was sick"
"Little sick or big sick?"
"Little."
"Were you coughing or is your tummy sore?"
"I was coughing."
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and she immediately climbed into my lap and wrapped her arms around me. She pressed her face into my neck and set our bodies in motion, a gentle rock. Back and forth. Back and forth. I ran my hand over her hair and savoured the moment. I thought of the endless hours I had spent cradling her. Rocking her as a baby. Thought about how long ago that seemed and how I missed it. I thought that she must miss it too.
And then.....
"Mom, can you put me down already?"
"Umm, okay. I thought you wanted some snuggles."
"Well you can snuggle me *after* you clean up my puke."
2 comments:
OMG that is too funny. Seems like something my little one would say in future years.
Poor thing. I'm sorry - but I had to laugh!!!
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