Late Nights

Oh, how are the nights of having a little. Trying to write down, organize, prepare, and do all the things before she wakes up.

How do you do it. Some times I feel like there just isn’t enough time, enough support to accomplish all of the things. Listening to the little cry as papa lays with her, trying to settle her, listening to her fight and resist the call of Mr. Sandman. All she wants in her world, is the company of mama, but mama is wanting to focus on other things.

Where is the line drawn? What do you do?

Life is full of so much navigation. Listening and feeling. Not even thinking. Just the emotional pull of motherhood and the biological loop of feedback.

I, too, like others get caught up. Mind is elsewhere, brain is planning, and the little is trying to say, back down here mama. I’m here. What are you doing? Do what I’m doing mama.

Okay okay. If it feels bad to ignore, I should probably just go. Listening to that. Honouring her need. She won’t need me forever.

You know what’ll honour my needs? That cinnamon bun sitting on the counter. Maybe I’ll have a piece of that.

Share below, comment, tell a story. What’s going on with you? How do you get on with the call of babes?

And now she’s silent… Imma make a dash for that bun.

xx