Tag Archives: Sleep

I hope to

I hope to

You sleep beside me because I want you to. When you’re close I can watch your hands twitch as they find their way to your resting pose- your right hand’s thumb lodges itself in your pouty lips and your left arm raises straight above your head. That’s the sweet spot. I hope I remember you… Read more

Bidding goodnight to the dink

Bidding goodnight to the dink

I’m letting go but I’m holding you close. Arching your back as the sun sleeps, begging me, pleading as you can do at two years old, for your nightly “dinky duss.” For all 842 days and nights of your life, it’s been this way. Except for this unexceptional, anticlimactic night upon which I’ve decided to… Read more

This week in motherhood

This week in motherhood

This week in motherhood is wishing a Tuesday were a Friday. It’s sleeping beside a puddle of vomit with a towel thrown on the top and it’s nursing until my nipples feel on fire. It’s scrapes from dirty fingernails down my chest. It’s taking a day off work though I can’t afford to, and taking… Read more

When you’re unconcious

When you’re unconcious

I’d have a thousand children if only they could stay unconscious. Asleep, just like this, in this bed. A conscious child is one type of marvel, but a sleeping kid is cool on a whole other level. When my children sleep I am my best version of me- my proudest me, my most loving me.… Read more

Night life

Night life

It’s 9pm and by the light of the moon I remove the baler twine with a tug, and toss a square bale of hay over the fence to feed our cows. Shove, shove, munch, munch, I listen as our female asserts her dominance over her two sons who wait patiently by her side for their… Read more

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