Touch

July 29, 2008 at 7:42 am | Posted in Sophie stuff | 3 Comments

It’s been a long, long, long day.  And it’s been a hot day.  And we’re all tired.  Physically.  Mentally.  I don’t want to do the whole bath routine.  Honestly I’d rather have someone pull out my fingernails with needle-nose pliers.  But I do it because I know how much better you sleep when your body is clean.  In clean sheets.  With cool air circulating all around you.  I pull the covers right up to her chin and she snuggles down into her cocoon, preparing for sleep.  Then it comes.  “Mommy?  Will you sleep with me for this little?”  (Imagine a sweet almost 5 year old holding her index finger and thumb about a half-an-inch apart).  And how can I refuse?  All I want to do is get myself into the shower and wash off the heat and salt and musk of the day and crawl into my own sanctuary and into the dizzy preface of sleep.  But I’ve lied to her so many times about escaping downstairs to do laundry or the dishes or put on my jammies and I promise I’ll be right back….and by the time I check her she is sweating the sweet sweat of sleepy childhood dreams and I tiptoe down to my own bed.  But there is something about her sleepy sweet smile tonight so I climb in beside her and a myriad of stuffed friends.  She hands me the giraffe that we share and giggle about the funny things we did today.  Her eyes are glassy and her body gently shifts to find that right spot to drift away.  Her eyes are closing.  Softly.  Her breathing is slowing, embracing the spiral into sleep.  And she reaches over in her pre-sleep daze and rests her hand on my arm.  And my heart is melted at the simplicity of the gesture.  A reassurance that I will be there as she slips away into her magical dreamland.

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  1. I love this post – so sweet…. Sophie is one lucky kid to have you as her mom!

  2. This is great. Really so beautiful sweetie. I don’t know why, but I love my children more when they are sleeping. As cranky-assed as my Chica can be it all melts away when I look at her loose in her bed, little bit-o-cheek hanging out of her panties, her blond furry little peach of a back and her cool pink face under her dark eyelashes.

    This was so pretty and reminds me that I adore my kiddos too.
    xxxxx

  3. a-hem.

    its august.

    heeeelllloooooo.

    knockknock.

    HEY. write something sista.
    x


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