Will I ever have any space?
Will I have to fight this child to sleep every night?
Will he ever go to sleep?
I roll over and turn my back on the tossing, turning, screeching, toddler.
My eyes fall on my big boy.
In his almost too small bed.
I remember when it was that boy screeching and fighting sleep.
I remember when he woke every 45 minutes.
I remember when he had to run his scratchy little fingers up and down my arms and drive me insane in order to fall asleep.
As the current toddler head butts me, I roll over and start the patting and rocking all over again, but this time I remember…
I remember that these nights won’t last forever.
I remember that one day this one will be almost too big for the toddler bed.
I remember that one day he will only need a quick cuddle and story before he falls asleep… on his own.
“This too shall pass” they say…
and it will.
Despite the current ‘never ending days’ soon they will be gone.
Soon I will have all the space I could ever dream of, and soon I will miss these days…
How quickly I forget…
And there are so many many things I need to remember….