Already I feel this, just with our wee hour nursings and especially in the way she doesn’t really want to be rocked or nursed to sleep right before bed anymore. And although there is much to be appreciated in her growing up, it all breaks my mommy heart.
I heard her footsteps and with my eyes still shut, still drooping heavily with fatigue, I smiled.
She peered over the side of the bed, the top of the mattress reaching her nose, and she grabbed hold of the sheet, shifted her weight forward and grunted as she heaved herself up. I slid my head over as far as I could to the edge of my pillow, making room for her own head to settle on the pillow case covered with flowers. She plopped her head down and handed me her favorite blankie, the thin one covered with purple monkeys. “Cover me up, Mama”, she said. I wordlessly acquiesced, and then leaned over, kissed her forehead and snuggled in as close to her as I dared. I leaned my chest into her back and pushed my nose into her hair. She pulled the edge of her blanket up and pressed it to…
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