In the Softening Light

We lie in bed, cozy under the covers, as the light outside slowly fades. We read stories, talking about the pictures and why things work the way they do.

landscape-at-dusk

Credit: Roads Less Traveled Photography, Flickr

“How does that move?”

“Where did they get the wheels from?”

“What makes it go?”

After each question, a pause, and an “oh.” He’s listening.

He rubs his eyes, then my wrist. Still his safe spot.

“I want to hug you for finding my lizard,” he says, and he does.

“I love you, mummy.” His voice is soft and small. “You’re the best.”

When the stories are done and the lights are out, he is quiet but my mind is not. I think about what I did today.

Is that one little thing important?

Five years from now, will what I spent my time doing make a difference?

50 years from now, will it even matter that I was there?

These are the things I think about in the softening light.

 

***

My family has been in town and Connor has been sleeping in our bed for the last week. While it’s not something we would choose on a permanent basis (though more often than not someone ends up in his bed with him for at least part of the night) I do enjoy it. I love the little hand that reaches for mine in the night, his gentle heat and that barely-there-but-still-audible breath punctuated by small sighs. 

It makes me think a lot about what’s important.


 

Comments

  1. Beautifully written Robin. What a tender moment.

  2. Sigh, lovely. Monkey slept in our bed for a few weeks when he was sleep regressing. Hard as it was being pregnant and sharing space with a toddler who bed hogs, I confess, I missed it when he went back to his own bed.

  3. This is such a beautiful moment in time.

  4. To me, and to him I’m sure, every thing you do is important and significant. But I know what you mean. That is part of what brought me to where I am now

  5. Those moments are so precious, and that quiet? Priceless.

  6. Such a sweet,tender moment. The little things we do for them will always matter more than the big things we do for anyone else…

  7. My mom gave some great advice about this. She told me that it was the small moments that my girls would remember. When I think back on my childhood, I remember small moments like that. Thank you for sharing your beautiful moment.

  8. He will remember and they will matter and mean more to him than you’ll ever know. I’m convinced of that.

  9. These moments are like little diamonds in one’s life, we have to seize the day and enjoy these priceless moments. Beautiful post, thanks for sharing it!

  10. Those moments are so precious. My son still ends up in bed with me, and I do like those same little things with him too.

  11. I am sighing with the beauty and simplicity of this post.

    And yes, it will matter. It will absolutely matter.

  12. When my husband was away on a “man-cation” I let Chunky sleep in the bed with me. I loved it up until he pressed his cold feet up against my face.
    That kid can’t sleep in one spot!
    Beautiful moments Robin.

  13. From a mom whose daughters are 27 and 30 … YES, it all matters.

  14. All of the moments with our children are important.

  15. What a lovely moment, Robin. Thank you for sharing it with us.

  16. and my big overgrown children still love to snuggle … altho my ten yr old snores and my 14 yr can take you out.
    Love your moment – beautiful xxxx

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