A mothers rambling...

Caria Knight

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I'm over come with emotions and just need to "say it out loud", maybe "share" is a better word for it. And since there's no one I can really share this with in person, I'll say it here for all of you.

My son, two years old (two weeks ago). He's been sick a lot lately, it seems like since he started daycare/school in November that he's been nothing but sick. He was never sick before, never even threw up once in his life until 2 days after he started school. Now he has a few good days then something else is wrong, a cold, the flu, an ear infection, ect... The poor thing, his body has been through hell for the last 2 1/2 months. Friday night he spiked a 104 fever, scared the daylights out of me. Fever's gone but he's still not eating much at all.

But that's not the point of this, though it is part of the reason. It's more about the awe (is that how you spell it?) of children and parental pride. Just about every night I look in on him before I go to bed (sometimes a few times a night), the only time I don't is when he's not sleeping well. He's a very light sleeper and the door often wakes him so if he's not sleeping well I don't want to keep him up. Well, I looked in on him earlier tonight and just stood there watching him sleep. I've done it many times before and always have the same thoughts and questions but tonight they just seem more important then usual. I'm sure most parents have had the same and maybe some of you would like to "share" as well.

This amazingly beautiful (don't know where he gets it from) child sleeps so peacefully and I have to wonder what I did to deserve such a precious gift. He's so much more then I ever thought I child could be. He's SOOOOOO cute, even when he's causing trouble which is most of the time. This innocent child who's only care in the world is when is Mommy coming home from work. I was later then usual picking him up from school the other day, I usually get there around 5:20 - 5:30 but that day it was closer to 5:50. The teachers said that at 5:30 on the dot he started crying for me. He KNEW I was later then usual. A child’s perceptions are truly so unique. He can tell when I'm blue and says "Mommy K?" It's just amazing how much he really knows and understands, even if he can't show it. Whenever he gets yelled at, by his father or by me, he comes running straight into my arms. Even when it's me that yells at him, WOW! Ya know, I knew love before he came along but I never knew love could feel like this. He's my entire world now, he comes before any one else ever could. Before my parents, siblings, his father and even before myself. Though I try, words could never describe what he is or how he makes me feel. The smile that crosses my face when he talks in his sleep, how hard I try to understand what he's saying. The way he gives me a sideways glance and when he makes me laugh and keeps doing what ever it was to keep making me laugh. How he says "tickle tickle" so that I'll KEEP tickling him! The sound he makes sucking on his pacifier while he sleeps. How he got into the mint girl scout cookies a year ago and was so hyper that he literally couldn't stand still for hours. The demon baby voice he makes to make others laugh, now that was scary the very first time he did it!

OK, I'm rambling.... Well I said I would in the title. So if any of you want to share, tell us what it is that your child says or does, the things you think of when you watch / watched them sleep. What is it that amazes you?
 
I'm a father of one and stepfather of three... as far as I am concerned the only difference between the kids is that my stepkids have a different bloodtype than my biological daughter. I love them all equally and fiercely.

When I am feeling down or lonely, I go into their rooms and sit by their beds and just watch them sleep. I derive so much pleasure knowing that they are safe and dreaming of things fuzzy and warm. They look so peaceful and happy, that my troubles and worries evaporate. Kids are the greatest tonic ever discovered.

It is family tradition that my youngest, my biological daughter (4yrs old) wake me up every morning. This she does by stroking my face gently until I wake. The first thing I see every morning is her beautiful smiling face. What a way to start the day.:)
 
Quickly going off somewhere to loose the choking.


Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!
I'm not a father, but that stuff gets ya.
 
An effective antidote

Nothing chases away the black dog of depression quicker than the sound of children laughing.
 
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