The last three nights have been a little rough around here. Sickness has paved the way and left a grumpy, sleepless mother in the wake. We have had countless sleep issues her in the Berry household but they don't have much to do with having a 3 month old.
The problems encompass the other child, who shall remain nameless, having trouble staying in bed. So "she who shall not be named" appeared approximately at the bedside this morning at 4:00 a.m. And by the side of the bed means, balancing on the side-board, looming, silently thumb sucking and clutching a dingy, limp blanket.
She is stealth.
She is silent.
After a racing heart returns to normal, a sleepy mother stumbles down the hall dragging her daughter back to bed. In between the jostling of three year old arms and legs, a voice is heard. "My bed is wet."
What?
Wet?
Never. Has. This. Happened.
Dumbfounded, I screech to a halt and whip around. What. Your bed is wet? Through matted 3 day old dirty hair a mumbled yes is heard.
Why? bounces off the walls a little loudly.
Her response- "because Daddy gave me too much milk." Ha- poor man never stood a chance. Rounding the corner of her room only brought more surprise. The sheets were stripped clean of a wet soiled bed and placed neatly in her hamper. A glance back at her brought even more disbelief as a new set of dry pajamas replaced the wet ones. To be astounded by the fact that the strong willed, determined three year old not only changed herself but changed her bed as well. A simple tuck in under the sheets was all that was needed. The very thing that drives me crazy in every day life, bought her independence and the will to see a job to the end. The only thing she needed was a hug good night.
GOOD NIGHT! Good night. Good night?
2 comments:
I love this. I have a bit of a strong-willed one too. A challenge to look at her differently today.
-Cara K
That's a wonderful story. It's such a good reminder not to make assumptions, too.
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