I've had a pretty trying weekend. Father-in-law came to stay for 4 days and it was hard work ((c) understatement of the century). But that's a whole other story.
But during this strange, surreal nightmare I had a tiny little moment of peace and serenity and it was my favourite part of the whole weekend. At 4am today I woke up and I could hear Boychild chatting away to himself quietly. Quite happily and contentedly, but he was awake nonetheless.
I went in to give him his dummy and get him back to sleep. He was on all fours and looked up at me with a big innocent smile, leaned back on his haunches and put his arms up. So I picked him up and he immediately flopped down on my shoulder with his arms round my neck and started stroking my hair. I let him slide down so I was cradling him like a little baby and spent 10 minutes just rocking him and watching him snooze.
I can't remember the last time I've done that when he was so peaceful (usually it's because he's not well or is teething) and it was beautiful.
I'm sure being up at 4am like that isn't everyone's idea of a good time and a few years ago I'm sure it would not have been mine either, but I guess times change. Happy mummy.
- A first time mum at 39, trying not to let my son kill me off too soon. Busy juggling a new family, a new house and a tricky recording schedule I figured blogging would be less expensive than therapy and less embarrassing than shouting at rude and stupid people in the street/on trains/at the supermarket.