Monday, January 30, 2012

he is my sunshine

Tommy woke up the other night around 10. Josh was working, so we were both up anyway.

Tommy was a bit stuffy and a bit weepy. My mommy-heart couldn't refuse snuggling that boy back to sleep.

I carried him back into his bedroom and tucked him in under the covers. Then I laid down next to him and he put his face right next to mine - foreheads touching. Then he looked me straight in the eyes (in the dark of his room) and asked for "one mo' song?"

I "petted" his head, moving his hair off his forehead and started

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy, when skies are gray.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

I paused and Tommy started to pet my head and whispered into my nose "mo' sunshine pwease?"

There are a lot of days that being a mom is nothing like the glamorous picture of motherhood I had in my head. Far more poop, far less play-dough.

But there are certainly moments like these which are far more glamorous than I ever could have imagined.


  1. One time I did that - snuggled in bed with my little Andrew, foreheads touching and all - and he promptly puked right in my face!

  2. Those brief little moments make it all worth it don't they? How is it that 10 seconds of joy can erase an entire day of insanity?

  3. Great, well said post. Far more poop and far more glamorous at the same time, completely ironic.

  4. I think rocking chairs are sacred.


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