The midnight hour has passed as the wee morning hours begin. The house is quiet except the occasional squeak of our rocking chair. I often refer to this chair as mine and Millie’s but really it was bought when I was pregnant with little man. For 7 1/2 years he and I have rocked. Often late at night when painful leg cramps wake him up. Tonight was one of those nights.
His cramps always hit just after midnight. I will hear him starting to moan, quickly crying out in pain. When he was younger they were 2-3 times week. We have tried many things but have found the best is simply ibuprofen and rocking awhile with mama. I never mind...
Gratefully they rarely happen now, mainly on days he has worked hard outside or is super tired. Tonight he is snuggled in my lap with his head in the crook of my arm sweetly resting until I take him back to bed. I used to carry him, but those days are past. Now I lead him in a drowsy walk and tuck him back in.
Again I am reminded that he is my last one to rock. I look down and wonder, “Will tonight be our last night?” I remember my last time to rock Millie—just hours before she left for heaven. Sadly, I don’t have a conscious memory of the last time I rocked the other children. We push so hard to help them grow that we sometimes forget that this moment is the one that matters. Tomorrow will arrive, but right now should be enjoyed.
I hope as you read this you too can find something to relish for the moment.
Goodnight...or good morning I guess.
Blessings sweet friends…
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I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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