Every parent remembers those sleepless nights when your child isn’t well. When you are so tired all you want to do is sleep – but your sick child needs you!
Here is a beautiful reflection from our guest blogger Rebekah Florence. Please share your thoughts in the comments
Ewan the dream sheep’s playing his harp,
Your blue teddy dummy is glowing in the dark.
My hand feels warm on your tiny toes,
I wish I could clear your snuffly nose.
It’s the third time tonight that we’ve heard you cry;
Your voice cuts through the silence and I heave a sigh.
It’s past midnight and the whole village is asleep
As in the creaky rocking chair our vigil we keep.
You cry, I sigh, ask God why? and curse your reflux –
Back arching, fighting, til your tired head to me tucks
And then, rocking together in our unsought midnight diad,
Met somewhere in between our dreams, and feeling deeply tired,
It strikes me how enormously this moment cheers my heart;
As we hold each other in the darkness, not wanting to part.
We would not these sacred chance embraces have collected
If your sleep was as the books on babies told us to expect it.
Shared with permission:
Rebekah Florence
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