At nearly three years old I think he should be past this, right?
Shouldn’t he be sleeping through the night?
Here’s the thing: he’s never been a good sleeper. It’s been our (my) #1 struggle as a mom.
This week he sleep through the night once. One night he was up every hour from 1:30-5:30 (again, where I just decided to get up at 4 AM to work versus lay in bed tossing and turning.)
Why am I telling you all this and do you care? Maybe not.
But here’s what I want to say: gifts are lovely (truly). And, I know every mom in the world would love a letter of thanks.
For endless times of not sleeping.
For doing the dishes when it sounds awful.
For packing another lunch and trying to be creative knowing he probably won’t eat it because there’s another birthday party and he fills up on treats (who can blame him?) For doing laundry.
For rocking you to sleep when you were a baby (yes even if you don’t remember this, she did it. On many. many. many. Occasions).
For waking her up every hour and then you awake to be so over-the-moon joyfully happy and she’s in that kind of laughy-cry stage because she’s so tired but you are so incredibly beautiful and sweet.
Thank your mom for making tough decisions. That she didn’t necessarily want to do but it was the “right” thing to do.
For loving you the best she knew how. For making mistakes. For being the strict one (not me, oops). For singing you songs. For giving you spider tickles.
Please, thank your mom.
(I also understand not everyone has beautiful thoughts of their moms. I am sending you a hug and for those that wish they could spend one more day with their moms, I too, am sending you a hug and know that you are loved).
