Short Quiet Moments
Monday through Friday I watch a little girl named Sarah. Monday through Friday (also Saturday and Sunday) I have my own children. An almost two year old, two and a half year old and a 3 month old keep me on my toes, more so the past few weeks than normal. It's hard for me to get in the much needed quiet moments in my life, the quiet moments I had with Rory, I cherish more so with Calloway.
Now don't get me wrong, I loved my quiet moments with Rory as she nursed and fell asleep on me, I still love our quiet moments we have together now, but they aren't the same kind of moments this time around. Most of the day when I nurse Calloway I sit on the couch and listen to two little girls run wild through the house, giggling, arguing and squealing. When it was just Rory and I, we had all day to have quiet moments. I could admire he beautiful hair, stunning big blue eyes and watch her fall gently to sleep with only a smile a milk drunk infant can make.
All that being said, there is a big difference in children too. Calloway rarely falls asleep nursing. He will be 95% asleep and happy as a clam, then as soon as you move him he wakes up. It's not often I get to enjoy complete quiet with him, a quiet where he can fall asleep. So when these moments and minutes present themselves I soak it all in. I look at him and his deep blue eyes, his lovely red hair, much the same shade as his sisters. I watch him watch me, as if he can't fall asleep because he is taking in every quiet moment as well. There is a love there that can only be between a mother and her child, a mother and her son. A love that is unlike the love of a mother and daughter, because after all, these are two different species of children.
The quiet moments I have encountered these last few months seem to go as swiftly as they appear but while I live in them I am always sure to thank God for my little bundles of joy that he has granted me to protect and keep.
Now don't get me wrong, I loved my quiet moments with Rory as she nursed and fell asleep on me, I still love our quiet moments we have together now, but they aren't the same kind of moments this time around. Most of the day when I nurse Calloway I sit on the couch and listen to two little girls run wild through the house, giggling, arguing and squealing. When it was just Rory and I, we had all day to have quiet moments. I could admire he beautiful hair, stunning big blue eyes and watch her fall gently to sleep with only a smile a milk drunk infant can make.
All that being said, there is a big difference in children too. Calloway rarely falls asleep nursing. He will be 95% asleep and happy as a clam, then as soon as you move him he wakes up. It's not often I get to enjoy complete quiet with him, a quiet where he can fall asleep. So when these moments and minutes present themselves I soak it all in. I look at him and his deep blue eyes, his lovely red hair, much the same shade as his sisters. I watch him watch me, as if he can't fall asleep because he is taking in every quiet moment as well. There is a love there that can only be between a mother and her child, a mother and her son. A love that is unlike the love of a mother and daughter, because after all, these are two different species of children.
The quiet moments I have encountered these last few months seem to go as swiftly as they appear but while I live in them I am always sure to thank God for my little bundles of joy that he has granted me to protect and keep.
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