There are so many things in my life that I am thankful for, but this holiday season one thing rises above;
I am thankful for sleepless nights.
Yes you read that correctly,
sleepless nights.
Let me take you back a little and explain why this is what I am thankful for.
My wonderful son is now two years old and I adore everything about him.
He is my world, my everything, I love him more than life itself.
But long before he was here, I found myself excited and pregnant with another child.
I wanted my baby more than anything, but sadly I miscarried and lost my little angel.
It completely tore me apart. It seemed I cried endlessly. The emotional pain was far worse than any physical pain that I have ever endured. Time passed and I mourned, as I still do today, but I healed a little too. I began to pick up the pieces of my life and started trying to live again.
Several months later, I was on the phone with one of my girlfriends. It started out like so many others; "how've you been ..." and such. Then she said something that touched my heart.
She meant no harm, but it stung badly.
Here's what she said, "I'm so tired, my little guy kept me up all night and I'd give anything to get some sleep."
Not horrible words, we all get exhausted raising children. It was a completely understandable comment.
But at that very moment sadness overtook me. What I wouldn't give to have my angel keeping me up all night. Holding her in my arms and snuggling.
That day I promised myself, if I was ever blessed again with another child I would enjoy every sleepless night. Every moment would be a gift no matter how tired I was.
And luckily I was blessed with another miracle, and we've had so many sleepless nights together.
I love every moment of it. I usually hold and rock my little guy and quitely cry.
They're happy tears.
Grateful tears.
I am thankful to be blessed with a wonderful little boy,
and I love our sleepless nights.
Hugs
I am thankful for sleepless nights.
Yes you read that correctly,
sleepless nights.
Let me take you back a little and explain why this is what I am thankful for.
My wonderful son is now two years old and I adore everything about him.
He is my world, my everything, I love him more than life itself.
But long before he was here, I found myself excited and pregnant with another child.
I wanted my baby more than anything, but sadly I miscarried and lost my little angel.
It completely tore me apart. It seemed I cried endlessly. The emotional pain was far worse than any physical pain that I have ever endured. Time passed and I mourned, as I still do today, but I healed a little too. I began to pick up the pieces of my life and started trying to live again.
Several months later, I was on the phone with one of my girlfriends. It started out like so many others; "how've you been ..." and such. Then she said something that touched my heart.
She meant no harm, but it stung badly.
Here's what she said, "I'm so tired, my little guy kept me up all night and I'd give anything to get some sleep."
Not horrible words, we all get exhausted raising children. It was a completely understandable comment.
But at that very moment sadness overtook me. What I wouldn't give to have my angel keeping me up all night. Holding her in my arms and snuggling.
That day I promised myself, if I was ever blessed again with another child I would enjoy every sleepless night. Every moment would be a gift no matter how tired I was.
And luckily I was blessed with another miracle, and we've had so many sleepless nights together.
I love every moment of it. I usually hold and rock my little guy and quitely cry.
They're happy tears.
Grateful tears.
I am thankful to be blessed with a wonderful little boy,
and I love our sleepless nights.
Hugs
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