Most nights, the easiest way for both of us to get my daughter to sleep is to lay down in bed next to her. We’ll read a book, then turn out the light and sing a few songs. Then we take a deep breath and relax into sleep.
It’s so comfortable that, usually, I end up falling asleep myself. Which means that I tend to be up at odd hours of the night and for most of the morning.
But, more often than not, when morning approaches and I hear the early birds announcing the coming sun, I finish what I’m doing and climb back into bed. I lay my head down next to hears. Dawn breaks and her deep breaths shorten and shorten still. Finally, her eyes crack open. She rolls over once or twice. She rubs her eyes. She adjusts her vision in the morning light. And when everything is finally in focus, she she’s she is not alone.
We are such social creatures. Adaptable, yes, but social by nature. It’s so sad that so many of us spend so much time so very, very alone.
May your arms always be filled with love and your eyes filled with compassion. May you always wake feeling cared for and loved.
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