midnight dance

by ck on December 27, 2012

“Get up, Baby,” I whisper.

Eyes shut, TWO pulls herself up and reaches for me. I lift her out of bed and collect her warm body into my arms. Her legs dangle past my knees. I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to support her weight in the limp hours of sleep. She folds her herself against my chest, wrapping herself in my warmth, and tucks her head under my chin.

We padded silently into the dark bathroom. I place her on the floor, her body asleep standing as I lift the toilet seat cover. Everything is where her fingers expect it to be. Toilet paper. Sink. Soap. Towel. We complete our midnight dance without light.

Eyes still shut, she turns to me and lifts her arms back in the air. I squat and collect her once again; she is sound asleep as our bodies rise. I carry her back into her room, kissing her smooth cheek, and catching a trail of lavender shampoo from earlier that evening. We reach her bed and I lower her into the pillows and blankets that have cooled in our absence. She sighs. Breathes deeply. Rolls to her side.  I wrap her in her favorite blankie; formerly white, currently gray.

“I love you, Baby. With all my heart.”

In the glow of her nightlight she smiles.

“I know, Mama,” she whispersShe curls herself tightly in blankie; a cocoon of baby and toddler and preschooler and almost kindergartner. “I love you, too.”

© 2012 CEK. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

 

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{ 5 comments }

Amy December 27, 2012 at 9:01 am

Beautiful. Could perfectly describe any random night in my house. =)

Babs December 27, 2012 at 9:06 am

So sweet. Yesterday my 6yr old son asked me how many times I check on him at night. I couldn’t lie, every time I pass his door, I have to go in, lay my hand on his chest or stomach then a kiss on the cheek or smooth his crazy curls. I waited for him to tell me to stop in his usual logical ways, but instead he just said ok and continued what he was doing.

Dawn @What's Around the Next Bend? December 27, 2012 at 10:16 am

I no longer perform that dance, but my body still sways to that tune. Rarely do I get to sleep before I *used to* carry mine down the hall.

Kim December 28, 2012 at 9:06 pm

Beautiful.

mccgood December 29, 2012 at 7:07 pm

Beautiful just beautiful

We don’t have children but are the proud uncle and aunt of some wonderful nieces and nephews. One year on vacation with my family my husband and I took a nap. We woke up in time for dinner and my nephew then age 4 asked “how was your nap?” when we answered “great” he replied “good I checked on you just to make sure you guys were okay”

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