It seems that every night lately I've been on the verge of frustration when putting Blake to bed.
She gets her bath, eats, rocks and then I lay her in her crib. As soon as I do she gets upset and immediately grabs onto my finger and starts sucking her thumb, which calms her right down.
And then I try to remove my finger from her grasp and leave the room, this just makes her jump, cry and reach back out for me. And every time I just sigh and readjust my feet to settle in for the next few minutes because this is what my baby girl wants.
While my mind is telling me to rush out to get to that glass of wine, tv show, shower, stack of dishes or warm bed, my body and heart are telling me to just stay still.
My little girl needs me there to feel comfortable and to settle down for the night and in those five minutes where I think I should run to other tasks, I look down at her relaxed face and feel her sweet, but fierce grib on my finger and know that there is no where else I should be or want to be.
Holding her hand and soothing her fears. Thats the right place.
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