This is a guest post from the super talented Jaimie Bowman. (Article reposted by permission).
I hear his feet stumbling down the hall. It is 11:30 pm, well past the hour he should be up. But every night he has this routine. He wakes up and comes to me, wanting to be wrapped in my arms. Sometimes he’s shivering; the blankets have fallen and left him bare. Sometimes he’s upset; a bad dream left him scared. Usually it’s nothing, though – he just wants his mama.
This post is part of the “31 Days of Middle of the Night Motherhood” series.