I’ve recently come under a bit of scrutiny by an acquaintance for rocking Grace to sleep every night. I’m totally fine with it, and the people who are my real friends don’t question that I do it (just like I don’t question their parenting). Anyway, the criticism made me reflect a bit.
I’ve rocked Grace to sleep nearly every night of her life. The times when I haven’t could be counted on one hand.
I’ve written on this blog about our bedtime moments before. I love them. Occasionally, I’ve thought it might be nice if Grace put herself to sleep so that I could watch the evening news or read a book or paint my toenails, but those thoughts are few and far between.
My resolve was strengthened tonight. Tonight, we put her to bed earlier than normal. It was necessary; she was unusually cranky, rubbing her face, and yawning. The nursery was still semi light as we rocked, and I watched her precious little face as she drifted off.
Just before she fell asleep, she opened her eyes for a fraction of a second, and she smiled.
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