Mommy Time

This is going to be a sappy post about mom stuff - skip it if you don't want to hear about it.

Early in the morning on Saturday - nearly 4 AM, my oldest came into my bedroom and informed me she wanted to sleep with me. Being that I work on Saturdays and have to be up at 6:30 AM I asked her to go back upstairs and get in bed with her daddy. Her answer "No, I want you." I tried one more time to convince her to go to her father, she said "But I want you mamma." How could I argue with that? I pulled the covers back and let her crawl in.

I didn't get much sleep. Having a 4 year old in one's bed is not the way to get a restful sleep. There is always a elbow poking or a knee bumping, little cold feet wiggling or a little cover hog cocooning in the blanket (I blame her father for passing this gene to her). 6:30 AM came much to quickly for me... Or maybe not.. It wasn't as if I was sleeping much. I got out of bed right when my alarm went off (which I normally don't) so as to not wake my baby. I looked back at her when I turned on the bathroom light and looked at her all snuggled down between the pillows with the blanket pulled up over her head. I couldn't see her at all, but I knew that lump was my girl. I took my shower thinking how I didn't really mind her interrupting my sleep. When she said "But I want you mamma." all irritation from being woken at the bleak hour of 4 am evaporated, I know that I only have a short number of years where she will want me to snuggle her to sleep when she can't sleep. Just a short time until she'll be utterly embarrassed by me, not long until she'll be way too cool to get a hug or kiss from mommy in public. My days of making everything 'all better' with a kiss are numbered. I know all this and guard these things jealously. The sands of time stop for no one... Not even a mom.

She woke when I started drying my hair. She sleepily crawled out of bed and headed upstairs to wake her daddy. Ahhh how soon I'm replaced.