I sat at my breakfast table, putting the finishing touches on a big project I had been working on. The dishwashing machine was humming it's song, the house was quiet, the baby was fast asleep, and the boys have finally settled down. Or have they? I heard footsteps approaching, slowly, softly. I heard a quiet sigh, and saw the head of my three-year-old, peeking out from the living room. I waited to hear his latest excuse for coming out of bed. This evening alone, he has come out of bed twice to use the bathroom, three times for a sip of water, once to ask if I would come into the boys' room before I went to bed, twice to ask if I would cover him up, twice to bring a toy out of the room, and once to bring another toy in.
I looked at my boy, standing there looking unsure, and naturally thought, "Will this child just fall asleep already? At this pace I'll be going to bed at 2 a.m., again." He still hasn't said a word. I got up, walked to him, and without saying anything, took his hand and walked him to his bed. I laid him down, tucked him in, and said, "Good night sunny, please don't come out of your room again." As I turned to walk away, he raised his hand to stop me. "What is it?", I asked. He motioned for me to come closer, and reached out his arms. As I bent over him, he turned his face to my ear and whispered softly, "I just wanted a hug, mama."
Everything stopped. It no longer mattered that I had planned to work on something very important. I didn't think of my own sleep, or how tired I would be in the morning. I sat down on the edge of his bed, and held him. I held my three-year-old boy, whom I held as a newborn just yesterday, it seemed. I held him, thinking how blessed I am, how loved I felt, and how much I loved. I thought about how simply and innocently he reminded me of my priorities. I caressed his hair, told him how special he is, and kissed his sweet, happy face. "Good night, mama," he said quietly, being careful not to wake his brothers. "Good night, sweet boy," I said, walking out of his room with a smile.