I’m shattered.
It’s not an uncommon cry for a parent, especially where very young children, or autism, are involved. But Teddy usually sleeps ok. He doesn’t fall asleep terribly easily, and sleeping late is but a dim and distant memory, but he usually sleeps fairly solidly for a good few hours.
Except when he’s poorly. And he has a horrible cough at the moment, chesty and rattly and horrible. And only Mummy will do.
So, it wakes him up, and he wants me, and I go in and climb in to his bed and cuddle him back to sleep, and crawl blearily back into my own bed when he’s finally dropped off again. And this goes on throughout the night until the last time he wakes up, his brain is simply too awake to want to go back to sleep, and we have The Gruffalo, or The Gruffalo’s Child, at full volume, snippets and phrases and adorable mispronunciations… and (oh, I can’t tell you how happy this makes me) for the first time in more than two years, we have snuggles and whole actual stories, without interruptions or snatching or losing interest or taking over, just snuggled-up-stories… that mean what little sleep we’ve achieved is now, officially, it.
I stood in the kitchen this morning, with my arms around Teddy’s Daddy, resting my knackered old head on his shoulder:
“I can’t wait until he’s a bit more independent, until he can get himself back to sleep once he’s awake, until…” I suddenly realised that this wasn’t actually true: “But… I know that when we get there, I’ll really miss this. I’ll miss his wanting and needing his Mummy…”
I speak from experience. Once upon a time there were these:
Once upon a time there was this:
And here he is today, walking home from school:
(complete with the T.O.C. – the Tongue Of Concentration 😀 )
And it has all gone so fast. I mean, so fast.
Blink-and-you’ll-miss-it fast.
That first little person I held in my arms, who made the world disappear and planted my heart firmly outside my body forever more, now towers over me with visions of leaving home looming already too large…
And although it’s right and good and proper, and I rejoice at their progress and their triumphs and their quirks and idiosyncracies, the lithographs of those little people will always toddle around the periphery of my vision.
So today, I am grateful that my little Ted needs me, that when he’s poorly, or awake in the dark, or scared, he wants me.
And I’ll have another coffee ❤