Every night I lie with Harrison until he drifts off to sleep. I imagine as a small child listening to the cricks and sounds of a house or watching the strange shadows move and change form is scary...It's scary for me at times as an adult. To have the comfort of a parent's warm body next to you and the steady rhythm of the breath and heartbeat moving in sync with one another is not only comforting but also, ethereal. When we sleep and release consciousness our spirits are free to become reconnected in an unseen realm. No matter how challenging the day has been whenever I have the pleasure of lying with my sleeping child in my arms, I know in my heart I am exactly where I am supposed to be, enjoying the serenity and peace of the moment. This kind of connection is so sacred and fleeting. This time will pass soon, just like the time I spent carrying him inside my body, and nourishing him with my breast milk, along with the time spent eagerly awaiting his first word, or experiencing the first real hug given by him to me. I know this time is precious, I trust we both are building a bond to last lifetimes and perhaps even rekindling memories of previous life times already past.
I am so eternally grateful for having the experience of being a mom. Thank you, thank you.
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