I find my patience running thin. I am beginning to raise my voice more, as I become irritated by a baby wanting to be held and a boys constant demands.
This boy, he does not stop talking, from “son up to son down”.
I do not remember feeling like this before. Always having the time and strength to tend to his every need. Now it depends on the time of day and whether I have a koala cub clinging tightly to my hip digging his sharp nails (that I keep forgetting to cut) into my neck.
Is this what he will remember of me? A cranky, impatient mother not listening to him. Shouting at him to hurry up, as he tries with all his three year old might to become more independent.
Sometimes I am so tired, all I ask for is five minutes of silence. He is unable, this child so full of life. His active mind, always alert, never missing a single beat. With so much to say and such a great desire to learn. He grabs hold of each day with incredible strength and determination, to be the envy of any accomplished mountain climber. He has no time for a nap, he has no time for rest.
A place where you can doze, dream those dreams that cause you to sink deeply, down beyond the mattress springs. Sweet slumber falls for what feel’s like five hours however it may have only been five minutes.
If only I could do this every day.
This Thankful Thursday.
I am grateful for those short but sweet slumbers, that allow my mind to recover in fragmented dreams trying to make sense of it all, while my weary body recharges on the soft pillow and supporting mattress.