Sleeping moments. When the world stops and you catch it. Those tiny faces so very peaceful and unaware.
My very soul aches with the knowledge that this is slipping away faster than my camera can catch it. I take a lot of pictures while my babies sleep, because I know my season with them is short.
I've complained and have mourned the lost sleep when those newborns come home. We want to rush those first weeks, we want them moving and sitting already, we speed up feedings and wish the days of two hour schedules were over. Only looking back did I see how short and fleeting they were.
Slow down I tell myself.
Hold those moments of long eye lashes, deep sleep, and baby noises.
Those times when they want my arms solely.Needing to feel a heartbeat underneath
small ears. These times I am the only one who can rock them to sleep, ease over tiredness into a peaceful rest. I wish to keep those times, own those chapters as a parent.
Such moments were created just for me by a God who knew what He was doing. Only a parent could glimpse how fragile, enormous yet terrifying ,raising a child will be when they catch those moments of sleep.
