As with most mothers, the daily nap and a reasonable bedtime are critical for my mental health. No nap isn't necessarily a huge problem, but an overtired toddler who refuses to hit the hay at bedtime ... makes Mama want to punch holes in walls.
But tonight was different. Grace woke up howling something wicked, with buckets of snot and tears running hither and yon. What started as a simple tuck in and "little girls need to go to sleep" pep talk, carried over into a 3am cuddle session and a delightful viewing of the Netflix classic "Turtle: The Incredible Journey". And let me tell you, it was incredible.
As Grace cuddled with me, she watched intently as the turtles on TV waddling their way to the sea. I realized right then just how long it had been since G really let me hold her. Grace has been on the move from 9 months old and has wanted little to do with snuggling and everything to do with mischief. I don't often have time to reflect on how far we've come and how much Grace has grown, but tonight - I really felt it. As I rocked my little girl, smelling her sweet hair and kissing her soft little ears, I realized my little turtle isn't so little anymore.
As with most moments of childhood, this one was fleeting, and before long Grace was off. Grace went back to bed (with a few more tears and a bit more snot) and Ryan and I sat up, pretty amazed at the little girl we'd both created.
Moments like that are what make sleepless nights,