We've all had them...those moments where our hearts are so full of love/joy/pride and yet there is part of us that feels sad/disappointed/regret. I just had one of those moments. I tucked Cooper into his big boy bed nearly 30 minutes ago. I flipped on the TV and sat down to have a snack (raspberries and an orange - yeah me!) when I heard Coop singing to himself. I stood outside his room for probably 5 minutes trying to figure out song it was (maybe B-I-N-G-O ???). I love hearing that sweet boy sing. Yesterday when I picked him up from school he had had an accident after his nap; he made up a song about and was singing it to his teachers. He also spent all of naptime one day last week singing Jesus Loves Me. Sweet, silly, rotten boy!
So there I was, outside his room, wondering how long he would keep this up before giving in and falling asleep. And for a brief flash, I was taken back to Cooper's infancy. I was back to waking up every 2 hours at night. I was back to my wit's end. I was sitting outside his door for 30 minutes at 4 in the morning crying, praying that he would learn how to go back to sleep without nursing. I was exhausted.
And now I'm back to the real world. Wishing he would wake up in the night (just once in a while) so that I could help him fall asleep. Maybe someday...
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