|Yours truly at three years old, playing with my little sister.|
|Back when SI and DD were just chubby little babies.|
I remember squinting up at the ceiling lights. I was playing with my eyes, enjoying how by squinting more I could turn the lights into white lines across my vision. This was an activitiy I enjoyed so much, it became my regular sleepless entertainment for over a decade.
|One of the first sleepless nights.|
The grown ups spoke softly to each other for a few moments, and then the best part came. My father, who believed I was asleep, gently lifted me up and rested my head against his shoulder. He carefully began carrying me up the stairs to my attic bedroom, and as the rhythm of the stairs rocked me, I fell asleep.
The fact is, children fall asleep and need to be carried to bed. This happens on a fairly regular basis. I always had an idea of what it would be like to be on the other end- to carefully lift my child into my arms, and bring them up to bed.
|Brand new grublings.|
The whole time, I could feel DD's breath against my shoulder. I was so aware of her sleeping, of how relaxed and trusting she was. I couldn't help myself from looking behind me to grin at M. Each time, there he was- grinning back at me. We both had the same silly silent grins on, as if we were saying, "Look at us! We're REAL parents now!"
We got the girls out of their coats and hats and shoes, and into bed. They never woke.
I know that they're too young to have any meaningful memory of this, the first time their parents carried them as children up to bed. I know they won't remember that for them, this might have been one of those perfect moments. For me though, it will always remain in my memory as vivid as my own childhood. It was a beautiful moment in the all too fast passage of my daughters' childhood.
It was one of the most beautiful moments of my life.