This week a poem.
We tiptoe silently across the floor
Ever watchful of the sounds we make
Ever hopeful that they will stay asleep
Just a few moments more
Or hours so we can rest
While their head rests steady on their pillow
We peek in to check on their breathing
And slowly slink away
We will cause damage to anything
That makes too loud a noise
And wakes our slumbering child
Prematurely
Or at all
We will call out the huge
Mama Bear
That lives inside
To anyone who decides
To throw a party, make a bang
That fireworks should remain
Going off after our child
Has gone to sleep.
We will drive for miles to keep them
Sleeping in their car seat
Even past the point where we too need to sleep
We will stand and hold them
Rocking
Rocking
Afraid to stop moving because they will wake
Even when they are older
And sleeping when we need them up
So we yell up the stairs
Or outside their doors
Reminding them that it is in fact time to get up
There is a part of us
That needs the quiet
That wishes we could let them sleep
That feels relief knowing that our
Watch is on pause
That we are keeping them safe
And alive
But that we don’t actually have to engage
With or worry about
Them
Because they are asleep
And when they sleep we can relax
In a deeper level than we could
When they were awake
And maybe just maybe
If we time it right
We can also get some sleep in
While they are sleeping
Or some reading
Or just sitting and breathing
In the fact that
They are asleep
And we are now finally
Mostly
Off duty.
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