The daddy around here is on night shifts.
Not so much fun with a noisy 1 year old in a 1 bedroom place.
But he's so patient and can sleep through most of it.
Eli's letting his parents know that with his new 1 year old status came some strong opinions.
About what he likes. And doesn't like.
When he wants it. When he doesn't want it.
And while I'm thinking (hoping!) it's mostly just a rough week for him...
What goes through my mind is "how do I stop the baby from making that shrieking noise?"
But then we go on a long walk in the leaves.
(Notice his scrapes/scratches... it was bound to happen. He is becoming so fearless).
And I realize again how much this parenting thing is about the ups and downs. About patience, love, strength, and consistency to ride it all out. And a heavy (heavy) dose of grace.
We have rough patches. But then we emerge.
And we come home and I put him down in the bedroom next to his sleeping, tired daddy.
But before I lay him down I just sit and rock his limp, sleeping body because I need that. I need that sweet face with closed eyes. I need that little body cuddled next to mine. I need that calm. That peace. And then I lay him down. Phone calls to make and dishes to clean and dinner to prepare...
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