Sleep

What to write, what to write? 

About the egg whites that I put on my burn - leaving NO scar?
About the hair bows that I made for Cyvanna?
About the late nap that Cale took yesterday, making sure that he was up well into the eleven o'clock hour? And this is the topic that I am going to take off on! 

Sleep.  Something that everyone needs.  You may need more than I do, and I may need more than someone else.  The fact of the matter is we never feel as though we get enough of it.  Sleep.  I read an article on sleep in my Heathly Cooking magazine.  It made me laugh.  Alright, I have to admit - there were some good pointers in there, yet who writes these articles?  Do they not realize that MOM's don't sleep? 

Cyvanna sleeping after a busy day at SeaWorld

There is a saying that a Mother's work is never done.  And it never is.  The dishes may be done for the evening, the toys picked up for the moment, the kids are in bed for the night.  We finally have a few minutes to do something for ourselves: to shower, to blog, to Facebook, or to watch a TV show and then we are unwound enough from the day that we can fall asleep. We lay down, we close our eyes and we slowly, gently drift into dreamland.  As we dream of someone else doing the dishes and washing the laundry we are jerked from that wonderland into reality.  A bad dream.  A wet bed.  A drink of water.  A thud as a little one tumbles from their bed to the floor. There goes the solid eight hours the experts say we require to function properly!

One day our kids will sleep through the night and then we will too.  Yet, when they are old enough to do that I am sure we will be waiting up for them to come home from a dance, a date, or just being out. We will talk of their evening, laugh at the fun times, cry during the sad times.  Then comes the worrying as they leave home for college, for missions, for the "real" world. So much for sleeping through the night when our children finally do!

Would I trade those restless nights, those late night feedings, those times when I wake up to a child climbing in bed with me?  Would I trade being a mother for a good solid eight hours of sleep?  NO!  Those moments, no matter how frustrating, how tiring, how forgettable ... those are the moments that reassure our children that we will be there for them no matter the time, no matter the circumstances.  So, good ridance to the articles on sleep ... I will survive!  I am a mother.