Night ritual
The night is full of darkness and with the light out, it’s hard for some of us to go to bed without looking in on the children who are in their beds. I know I struggle so much with going to bed that I HAVE to go upstairs and look, because I feel “off” if I do not. I will lay in my bed thinking about everything that could go wrong and my anxiety builds to extreme levels. But when I’m worried about them, I go check on them and I am instantly at peace. As feelings of warmth and comfort erase the sinking anxious pit of despair. I look at each one of my children and remember them as babies snuggled up to my body and the image of them now makes me smile. My night is not complete until I see their sweet faces sleeping peacefully.
Every Night
Every night she climbs the stairs.
Always the same,
Exhausted and tired.
Not yet without cares.
The first girl is fair.
Face of an Angel,
Beautiful and wild,
With crazy hair.
Just down the hall,
A boy lay sleeping.
Her gentle giant,
In a small, curled ball.
Next is a daughter.
She has a bright smile.
Her first girl baby,
Needs a glass of water.
The last little flower,
Breath soft as a petal.
Eyelashes resting,
Asleep at this hour.
A mama’s night is complete.
All warm in their beds.
Sleep sweet babies,
Now it’s time to retreat.
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