About 2:30 I put both babes down for their afternoon naps. Monkey went right to sleep...like always, but Bug decided to rail against sleep...like always. I could feel myself getting stressed, ill that she didn't go right to sleep. Didn't she know that I had things to get done. Afternoon naptime is when I do the majority of my cleaning and chores.
I opened the door with every intention of laying her back down (because she's always standing up in her crib) and walking out for her to cry herself to sleep. But when I walked in, she had this look on her face. Like she needed me. So I picked her up and she immediately wrapped her chunky little legs around me and buried her face in my chest. I sat down in the rocker and rocked her for the next hour, long after she had fallen asleep. This is, after all, the reason I'm staying home this year. Not to be here to do the dishes, or sweep, or put away toys. I'll always do that, but there's only a small window of time when my daughter will want me to rock her to sleep. Only mere months left that she will still be a baby. I cherish the moments of knowing exactly what it means to be her mother. Thank goodness that she reminded me of that today.