I am not always sure these days what goes on my Could Be Doing List
as opposed to my
Should Be Doing List.
It's tricky.
But rest assured.
I am ALWAYS DOING.
Sleep is viewed, foolishly, as an option.
WHY? WHY? WHY?
My day is full of prioritizing and re-prioritizing because what I thought an hour ago was a "had-to-be-done-thing" didn't actually get done. But that was then and this is now, and it's no longer the thing that has to be done. Except it does. Only not as much. Not as much need-to-be-done. (And that line can only be properly voiced if you have inserted the Brian Reagan skit about Cherry and Grape Favorites, keeping the tone and changing the words. Not important. Moving on.)
The point is, it's tricky.
All this juggling.
But sometimes, it's not. Because sometimes there is only one ball to juggle. And you named her Grace. Because Grace means strong, (and a million other things) and that's what she is. Your strength (and a million other things.)
And sometimes you pick her up from her Aunt's house because Daddy was at the dentist. And
the minute you see her, you know all she needs is a nap.
So you take her home. And love her up. And swaddle her like a tiny mummy because that's how she likes it. And you kiss her ears and nose and mouth and cheeks and head.
And then do it once more just for love.
And lay her in her tiny bed.
To sleep.
Because that's what she needs.
And then.
She screams.
A desperate yell.
You rush to her.
Pick her up.
And she immediately drops off to sleep.
Right there in your arms.
And a smile crosses your lips.
And a sigh rests your soul.
And a sigh rests your soul.
Because your Grace didn't just need a nap.
She needed to be Home.
And YOU are her Home.
And the privilege of being that tiny girl's Home fills you with gratitude (and a million other things).
So you sleep.
Together.
This time,
it's not an option.
And the Could Be Doing, and Should Be Doing Lists are perfectly clear.
You could be, and you should be, and you are
Home.
