I don’t write a lot about my, day to day ,activities with my kids, but I will share this.
1:12 AM, Christopher……….MAMA? MAMA?
1:12 AM Me……………..Yes, Christopher? Come here. I am on the couch sleeping.( Tom has the flu and I am having trouble sleeping and up watching T.V).
He climbs up on the couch and gets under the blanket for a few minutes.
1:30 Am Me…………………are you ready to go back to bed?
1:30 AM We head off to his room and he crawls back under the covers and snuggle down.
1:35 AM Christopher………………….MaMa, I need someone to snuggle with.
1:35 AM……….. I climb into his bed snuggle down and warm the cool sheets with my body.
1:45 AM Christopher ………..MaMa, I am hungry… I need soup crackers.
1:45AM Me…. …..Do we need to have soup crackers? or can we have toast (thinking that there are less crumbs from toast).
1:50 AM Christopher……………No, I need soup crackers.
I head to the kitchen, it is 2:00 AM, and return with 3 soup crackers and a small cup of milk.Knowing that at 4 years old he is not able to keep the crackers from breaking apart and turning into a mountain of crumbs in the bed.
I pull the covers up to try to keep some of the chunks of cracker from being deposited in his bed and snuggle up to him. I hear the crunch of every bite, the smacking of lips and the swallow of milk in his sippy cup. Then the genital breathing of a tired, sick boy who has spent most of the night up coughing.
I know the bed is full of crumbs and know that I will surely fall asleep in this bed tonight. Tom is sick also and needs to rest as much as possible. I realise that the crumbs don’t matter anymore, that a wonderful night snuggled up to the child I love has over ridden my desire to disturb him.
Last night I discovered why there is the old saying ” I wouldn’t throw them out of bed for eating cookes”…or in a more farm friendly version ” I wouldn’t throw her out of bed for eating oats”. I wouldn’t have through my son out of bed for eating those crunchy crackers for a million dollars. I slept peacefully and so did he.
Again at about 7:30 this morning I hear “MaMa” but this time close to my ear… ” I need soup crackers” from a boy who has not fully opened his eyes. I lie in the bed and am so thankful I am sleeping with a few crumbs.