Sunday, 3 May 2015

Watching them sleep

Every night, before I go to bed, I slip in to the kids' bedrooms to check on them and give them one final kiss goodnight. I've done it since they were babies and moved in to their own rooms. It's a ritual. It's part of my day.

I open the door as quietly as I can, tiptoe to the bed and tuck them back in. I kiss them on the cheek or the head, tiptoe back out and close the door as quietly as I can.

There are nights though, when I just stand and watch them sleeping. I wonder what they are dreaming. I wonder if they dream about the day they've had or the memories we've made. I wonder if they are in amazing lands filled with happy and pretty things. I wonder if they are having scary dreams or if there's anything bothering them. They hardly ever wake during the night so I think they must have pretty good dreams.


Sometimes I'm amused at the positions they've managed to get themselves in to. How can it be comfy? Sometimes I see myself in the way they are sleeping. I used to sleep how Z's sleeping in this photo when I was pregnant with him. 


Quite often I wonder how Miss C can possibly be comfy with the amount of stuffed animals she has in her bed. 

I mean really...


But every night I pause at the door on my way out and think to myself, how lucky am I to have these two beautiful and amazing little people to call me Mum. 


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