Crumbs for thought

There is something to be said for sleep. It can be a balm to a worried and fretful soul. A friend to the wearied body, a gift to the child awaiting morning celebrations. Last night I had sleep and lots of it. The Wee Soul slept through till 6am - and was woken by The Handsome Honeys alarm (unusual for her to wake to that). I felt chipper this morning than I have done in months. But I'm not someone who makes much of sleep. I see the feeding times as a gift - a chance to snuggle one who is growing too fast for my liking. Today she is 7 months old. In one sense my heart rejoices - she is so precious and has personality to boot. But 7 months! Already?! It's happening all over again. One blink and she'll be 8 and delightful - like someone else I know - but 8. Or 9. Or 16. Or..... sigh. I must make the most of these days. Busy days, filled with noise and laughter, singing and dancing, discipline and training, praying and weeping, listening and talking. Mess, laundry, cookies and crumbs, lego, polly pockets, lip gloss and hair clips. Glasses, plasters, stomach bugs and x-rays. Dreams whispered softly, secrets behind pillows, notes on the lolly jars. Noses turned up at cauliflower, lips licked over butter chicken and home made bread. Love and pets, tears and loss. New shoes, old bikes, skateboards and kites. Long trips with snacks and drink, coffee secretly sipped in the front seats. Then tucking in quilts, smoothing back hair, and kissing sleepy heads. Praying for soft hearts. Slipping between the sheets and waiting for the Wee Soul to call for mama. These days are my days. Precious and blessed days.

Slow down little ones. Don't grow so fast.

Mama xx 

2007 - just beginning this journey.