Mother’s work is never done
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I was up until the wee hours of the morning recently. It was 12:34 a.m. to be exact. I know this because that was when my soon-to-be 19-year-old son walked through our front door.
If you know me, for me to be awake at that ungodly hour – my typical bedtime is before 10 p.m. – it had to be important. It was. My baby wasn’t home. The Mister was working late and I needed to be alert until my boy was safe in his bed.
Don’t get me wrong, I trust him to be smart when he is out late. He’s great about calling to let me know when he’s on his way home. Still, until I could put my hands on him (or hug him good night), I couldn’t sleep.
Trust me on this, there will come a day when you’ll miss those days of youthful separation anxiety. A day will come when your precious, clingy child will want nothing more than to be anywhere other than with you. That’s not a bad thing. It means they’re growing up, that they’re confident and comfortable without you. That means you’re doing your job as a parent.
It also means that after years of finally being able to sleep through the night, without having to get up with a hungry or wet baby, you’ll be losing sleep again.
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