“Ugh,” I groaned. I was over it. Baby girl was going for yet another book.
Any other night and I would have just bared it. Tonight however, I was feeling ‘it’ again. Under the weather. Tired. Weak. Sore throat. The last few weeks this is how I’ve been… how we’ve all been. The cold comes, the cold goes.
Great, I thought. This Winter cold is ‘up’ again.
She came back to her bed with a second book, while I closed my eyes and willed myself to remain calm.
The sooner I read it, the sooner it’ll be over, and then I’ll be able to go to sleep.
I started reading an old faithful: In The Night Garden.
“The night is black and the stars are bright,
and the sea is dark and deep,
and someone I know is safe and snug
and drifting off to sleep…”
Baby girl was grabbing at my free hand, and appeared to be doing something to it… tickling it? Was she drawing circles in it the way I used to do to her hand, during this part of the story?
It occurred to me as she straightened my fingers. “Do you want to hold hands?” I closed mine around hers.
Awww. Immediately, all the frustration I’d been feeling melted away. She wanted to hold hands and have me read to her? This girl is the cheekiest and smartest and most challenging of monkeys at times, but when she pulls things like this, my heart can barely cope with the onslaught of love. Simultaneous guilt for wanting to go and sleep, versus enormous gratitude for this moment emerged.
Always more gratitude though, because glass half-full gal and all…
I squeezed her hand into mine and kept reading.
“Round and round a little boat,
No bigger than your hand.
Out in the ocean,
Far away from land…”