Trevor woke up a little before 5:30 a.m. this morning, so I went in and laid him back down and returned to bed. He never really quit fussing until Stephen brought him in for me to nurse at 6:30. I used to get quite angry when the kids would wake me up at night--storming around and the like--but for the last few years I've been given some extra strength and it hasn't bothered me at all. But, oh, this morning I just wanted to sleep! And I WAS NOT happy about the constant fussing!
Then Lincoln woke up and came into my room. "I like you, Mommy" he said, as he climbed into bed with me. "My feet are cold", so he snuggled up close. "Need your jacket? Oh, there is it!" And he went to get it for me. Finally I roll out of bed and hear, "I want give you hug", and he wraps his little arms around me and gives me a big squeeze.
Sometimes I forget that the whiny-ness shouldn't define who my children are to me. Lincoln reminded me that my kids are sweet with whiny times, not the other way around.
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I need these reminders too sometimes. It is fun to read your updates. We sure miss your family and I miss you!
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