Every night, before I go to bed, I pop into my children’s bedrooms to check on them. I sit on their beds, in the dark, and watch them sleep.
Peaceful. Quiet. At their most natural. Bodies breathing. Faces like angels.
It’s one of the most beautiful moments of being a parent.
No matter how naughty, how rude, how indignant or disobedient they were that day – 2 minutes of watching them sleep brings everything into perspective. System restart.
I just want to scruff up their hair. Stroke their skin. Pinch their cheeks. Touch their eye lashes. Give them a little nudge to wake them up and tell them – hey, I made you! You’re like the most incredible thing in the whole world! I like you a LOT!
But of course, I don’t wake them up. I don’t tell them. I just sit and watch them.
My god, I love my children.
The other day, I was struck with a thought. I don’t ever want to forget what they look like when they are sleeping.
I have heaps of photos of them as sleeping newborns. And hundreds of photos of them awake, active and enjoying life at every age. But none of them sleeping, at this age.
So I crept into their rooms with my camera and took a few photos. It felt a bit strange. In fact, it was quite weird.
But I’m so glad I did it. I’m not going to share them, because they are just too … personal.
For me, and them.
But hey, I encourage you do the same. Tonight. As they sleep. To never forget.