There is something about a sleeping child that just melts my heart. Seeing my boys sleep reminds me of their purity and innocence. Each night when I go into their room to check on them before I go to bed, I like to take a moment to just watch them and remind myself that no matter what took place during the day, they are pure spirits, given to me to teach. It reminds me to be gentle and patient in my teaching and guiding and encourages me through the sometimes mundane tasks of motherhood. Watching them sleep makes me wish they would stay small forever.
And seeing them sleep during the day is just as sweet:
Wesley has really struggled with not having a morning nap, even though he is just a couple of weeks away from being 2. For months he would get so tired in the morning that he would fall asleep just about every time we drove somewhere. But I dropped his morning nap when I moved him into a regular twin bed and wasn't sure how I'd be able to pick it up again. On this day, we had gone grocery shopping and he fell asleep in the car on the way home. I got him out of the car, he walked in the house, and promptly lay down like this in the midst of all the groceries and continued sleeping!