I remember when they were babes…trying so hard to get them to sleep, their tiny heads resting in the crook of your arm, the snug of your neck, or across your chest…the peace that came when they finally closed their eyes.
Often, I’d be on the couch, a wee one in my arms…trying to comfort and console while also, myself, needing a break…the TV just begging to be watched. (Though sometimes, it was so much better to just watch them!)
Eventually, they’d give in to their exhausting fight and I’d be stuck in position…unable to laugh out loud let alone a wee chuckle as the mere slight movement would cause them to wake…and I’d be left starting over again.
I miss those times…where you knew where they were…safe in your arms.
Last weekend, I’d just gotten out of the bath to warm up my “rink toes” when Bones came into my room…her iPad attached to her like a third limb as she crawled up onto my bed.
“How about we watch a movie,” I asked. “If you want” she replied not overly excited. But, despite her apparent boredom, we fixed the pillows just so and settled in for an early night as she propped the iPad onto my stomach and cuddled in.
“What should I search for” she asked as she logged into Netflix.
“Mr Poppers Penguins,” I said.
It was on the list of shows recommended by the Netflix #StreamTeam this month for their “Laughter is the Best Medicine” theme. I’d never seen it…and I needed the chuckles…and…PENGUINS!
I think Bones lasted about five minutes. I had no idea how exhausted she was but as her head rested on my shoulder and I heard the tiny breath sounds…I knew she was gone. Out like a light.
I chuckled a few times…she managed to sleep through…I had a couple of laugh out loud moments…but kept them under wrap.
I enjoyed the show…light hearted and silly at times reminding me that I’m often overworked and just need to spend a little time with the kids…doing something ridiculous. I got a kick out of Jim Carey wearing a Sidney Crosby jersey and a couple of hockey references. I enjoyed the family togetherness of the show…and I liked his winter wonderland condo…as completely unrealistic as it was.
But…it was way more than the show. It was my daughter, all 5 foot 9 and a half…curled in with her head on my chest…sleeping soundly.
Apparently, the days of curling up with a sleepy babe by your side don’t end. They just get fewer and far between.
And so much more sweeter.
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