Today I'm joining Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday, where we write for five minutes flat and join in a chorus of raw, honest writing around her one-word prompts. Today, we write about 'rest.' Will you join us? Head on over to Lisa-Jo's blog and link-up! **Char, I'm looking at you!!! You need to try it this week!**
I love mornings with my little boy. Coffee is brewed while I put him in his highchair and we chatter through the preparation of our breakfasts. He keeps me on my toes as I airplane the spoon towards his mouth and try to get him to eat as much as possible before he is ready to be down and playing again. While I sit in a rocking chair and sip on my coffee, sunlight comes in the window from behind me, and Emmett rolls and crawls and pulls and pushes and reads and climbs and laughs around the living room and I brace myself for the day ahead of us. We play hard for a long while, until I start to see those eyes getting heavy.
He fights sleep. I scoop him up and rock him a little bit. I give him a bottle while I stroke his hair and coax him towards napping with a soft prayer or story; the humming of our favorite hymn. He's almost to the point of giving in and suddenly hears the chirp of a bird from outside, the creakings in the floorboards above us as someone moves around and gets ready for their day, etc. I carry him downstairs to our little apartment, and pull him into the nest of quilts on our bed. We look at the colors and textures and patterns of each quilt. I point out my favorite patterns on the quilt made by Neil's grandmother; he loves to play with the yarn that ties together pieces of another quilt that was gifted to us as a wedding present. We play peek-a-boo and he giggles as I tickle him. Those tired eyes just won't give up.
Finally, at some point, he'll curl up like a little cat, cozy and nuzzled against me, and I just stay there with him. They say 'sleep when baby sleeps, rest when baby rests.' As much as our lack of recent sleep leaves me relatively exhausted, I cannot fall asleep in those late morning naps. There is something peaceful, quiet, beautiful about watching the rise and fall of his little chest and staring at his soft little cheeks, rosy with warmth and perfect for little kisses. There is a filling up for me in lying there, thinking about how lucky I am that I get to love this little boy for the rest of my life. And that gives me the rest I need in the quiet before he awakes once more.