Last night, my daughter was exhausted and cold.
Wrapped tightly in a quilt and settled in on the couch, she asked me to wake her before going to bed.
“Okay” I said, thinking “It’s really late.”
She needed to finish something so it was important I wake her up, she said.
The “something” I discovered was two loads of laundry…her 4K students’ covers for nap time.
Princess covers, gingham checks, Batman, Tranformers and fluffy, daisy colors
There had been a “bug” going around, she said. “My babies need clean covers.”
I let her sleep while I folded.
Warm and sweet-smelling from the dryer, then with sentimental bittersweetness, took my time stacking fleecy fabric into the container next to her door for early morning ease.
I lightly roused her from sleep. Told her, “Good night, I love you.”
Then I fell asleep, thinking “There’s no better feeling than waking a sleeping child and being met by a tender smile and wobbly legs finding their way towards bed.”
That’s Mommy, not mama.
Mommy moments like this have no expiration date or age limit…timeless love.