Last night was a rough one for me. I had been relatively busy all day and had one of those evenings when I just couldn’t get my mind to shut off. There’s nothing worse than going to bed early and thinking you’re going to get a good night’s sleep and then you waste two hours just lying in bed trying not to think.
So around midnight (I think), I hear a cry from my daughter’s room. A pained cry. If you’re a mom you’ll understand why I can tell the difference. My daughter is holding her little foot and just incredibly worked up. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. Nothing made her feel better, she just squirmed and cried. So in the end I gave her some children’s tylenol and took her to bed with me.
The moment she curled up in my arms she stopped moving and fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow. I felt magical in that moment. There was something in my arms and in the beat of my heart that gave her all the comfort she needed. She slept and I watched reveling in holding her.
There’s something incredibly magical about mothers but it was the first time that I had actually really felt it myself as a mother. It was the first time that she had truly needed me and no one else would do. So to all my BodyRocking moms out there...you are doing incredible work. You are your child’s hero. You are magical. There’s no other way to describe it. Never doubt your worth.