Tonight as I headed over to the rocking chair to rock Gerardito to sleep, Enriquito accompanied me. This is not uncommon when it is just the three of us and he does not like to stay behind in another room by himself. I had some soft music playing, Gerardito immediately placed his sleepy head against my chest, and Enriquito just stood peacefully next to us watching his momma put baby brother to sleep. He watched intently and his silent stare intrigued me..I wondered what his little self was thinking. As I looked at him, something within me longed to rock that "big little boy" to sleep. Within about 10 minutes of rocking, after knowing that Gerardito was sound asleep, Enriquito and I went to the room where he sleeps and I layed him down for the night. I then asked Enriquito to follow me to the room where the rocking chair was with the peaceful music softly playing. We walked into the room, I sat down in the chair and signaled Enriquito to come with me. His sweet childish smile melted my heart as he lovingly embraced my invitation. I knew he was tired and he fell asleep within a couple of minutes.
As I have watched Enriquito getting older I have often thought about how there will come a day when he is just too big to be carried, or too big to fit in my lap or too big to be rocked to sleep. There will come a day, and I realize that it won't be like a day that can be marked on a calendar...it will just come and without me realizing it those days will have past. But tonight was a reminder that that day has not yet come..tonight I was able to rock my little boy to sleep...and for that I am truly grateful.
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What a beautiful post! How true that that day will come without our really noticing... and all of a sudden they are too big. Waaaaaaaaaah.
Anyway, you are such a great mom and a wonderful inspiration to us all.
This post brought tears to my eyes.
Just so you know, that day doesn't have to come too soon. My mother-in-law loves to tell me how she used to rock Craig on her lap and lay down with him at night so he could go to sleep. He loved to sleep in their room with his sleeping bag on the floor. He was .... TEN!!!
They didn't rush him to grow up and now he is such a wonderful, solid, nurturing, faith filled husband. I keep telling myself with Kolbe, no rush!
I'm glad you had that beautiful moment with both your boys!
I completely know how you feel. Jonathan is five now and I know our cuddling days are numbered. Thanks for the reminder to cherish all this special little moments with our children.
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