Marinmom’s Weblog

I was awoken in the middle of the night by my young son. The first night he called me to tell me his bed was mysteriously wet.  I said,”you wet the bed.”  He replied, “No, I didn’t”.  I suddenly realized that if a young boy does not think he if of an age to do such a thing, fact will not win especially at 3:00 a.m.  So, I said “fine, let’s just change it.”  He fell asleep, I laughed to myself and everyone went back to sleep.

I often think of motherhood as an adventure, a new way to travel through life.  I am an older mom and never thought I would acquiesce to pure fiction as fact, but then I never ran into three year old logic on a regular basis way back then.  

Last night, he woke me again. This time because he was scared.  I laid down beside him until I felt him slip quietly back to sleep.  I don’t mind these nightime moments. I know he will soon no longer need me and these peaceful moments in the night will fade away.  I don’t miss the terrible exhaustion of babyhood, but I do miss the soft baby quietly falling asleep next to me.  It felt so right and still does.  In this world, where I often feel awkward and out of place, I recall those moments of pure clarity, pure happiness, pure purpose.