Ocean sounds gently soothe my soul as I sit in Little Man’s room nursing and rocking him to sleep. I hold him as tightly as possible because I know this won’t last forever. I watch with pure adoration as his eye lids grow heavier and heavier. This is my favorite time of the day.
This time I spend with Little Man each night, gently cuddling him to sleep, is the time I have the clearest thoughts.
I reflect on the day.
I reflect on the future.
I reflect on how fleeting his baby years were and how quickly this toddler stage races by.
I think about the man he will become and the role I will play in that.
I think about our next baby and how crazy it is that I already know I will love him/her just as much, yet it also feels like I couldn’t love anyone more than Little Man.
I love being a mother. More than anything I have ever done. Even in all the times of complete exhaustion and feeling 100% frazzled, at the end of the day, when bedtime roles around, all that’s left is this overwhelming sense of serenity and love.