I was 39 weeks pregnant with baby number 3 (39+4 to be exact). I am feeling huge and puffy. I also have vertigo from the pregnancy (I'm painting a lovely picture of myself here aren't I?).
Lately the little man has been waking up in the middle of the night because he has to go to the bathroom. Last night it was 3:30 am. I stumble, dizzy, out of bed and grope my way to the door. I stumble down the hall and open his door. He gets out of bed with his eyes half shut, grabs my hand and we both blindly make our way to the bathroom. "It's really shiny out here" he whispers. That's his way of saying the lights are bright. It always makes me smile.
He finishes up and stumbles, half asleep, back into the hallway. He looks back at me gives me a little half smile and says "you're beautiful". He walks into my room and climbs into the bed. I climb in after him and he snuggles his little body against mine. "I'm cold" he whispers "snuggle me". As I wrap my arms around him and rest my chin on his little head, I try to freeze this moment. For a precious second in time, this incredible little person is mine.
We are so quick to find the faults in ourselves but are able to look at our children and see the beauty and perfection in them. That beauty and amazement we see in our children must be how they see the world, untainted by the judgement and overly critical eyes we train ourselves to see with.
I wonder what this world would be like if we could all look at it through the eyes of a child.
