I rocked my five year old baby boy to sleep last night.
There were tears at bedtime, not a usual occurrence, but a product of missing a nap that day. His cries of “Mommy, will you rock me?” were met with a determined YES.
You see, he hasn’t always been ours, and his past is riddled with abandonment and physical pain. So when he asks for extra cuddles, we take advantage of the opportunity to make up for all the years we lost together. We say yes.
At first, his desire to sleep was not as strong as my desire for him to sleep was, and he wiggled a bit as we settled into a rocking rhythm. Read More