One of the wonderful things about social media is Facebook memories.
January 28, 2013: James likes to fall asleep holding onto a piece of us, just to know we are there with him. Some nights it is Casey’s arm or my ponytail. Tonight James is holding onto my hand as I sing him songs and he falls asleep. That’s all any of us really want… just to know someone is there to be with you and love you just as you are. *insert gushy feeling* I am so lucky to love such wonderful boys, and to be loved in return.
As a young child, I looked forward to bedtime. I was that weird kid who would look at my mom and say, “Bed now?” My parents would sing me songs and I would beg for more. They would tell me stories or make up stories. And mom mom would rub my back or do what we called “face ticklies” (basically a light touch face massage).
When our parents age or get ill, there is a role reversal.
Last summer, I sat by my mom. Brushed her hair off her forehead. Repositioned her stuffed animal. Held her hand. Sang to her. Hugged her. Slept next to her.
It was a week-long bedtime ritual.
But at the root of it all, isn’t that what we all want?
Just to know someone is there to be with you and love you just as you are.
That’s what we did. I may never know what that week meant to her, but I do think she could hear us and feel us. She knew we were there to comfort her and love her. To be with her just as she was.
Thanks mom, for bedtime rituals of love.