Tonight for a brief moment I had my own separation anxiety.
Of all the nights I could barely keep my arms up, let alone my eyes open, trying to bounce or sway Cub to sleep, tonight as I cuddled him before bed I had to manually force myself to put him down in the crib. For a few split seconds, my heart hurt. I wanted to keep holding my little boy just a few moments longer. But in reality I knew the longer I held him, the harder it would be for him to go to sleep. Oh, for the gratefulness!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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