Monday, July 5, 2010

Naptime for Twins

The twins are finally napping. Sam is teething and Charlotte was overly tired and therefore having a hard time falling asleep. When they were smaller, I could rock them both to sleep in my arms. Now that they are bigger, we have to take turns. Though they each have a turn now for me to shamelessly moon over them, I can't help but be ever aware of the other baby standing in their crib with that "what about me, mommy?" look on their face. The one consolation to this dilemma is that a lullaby can reach and soothe them both. There is a reason that the power of a lullaby stretches beyond just a tune or string of words. I love that in one breath, I can convey what would otherwise become a wordy message. I can tell them there is peace and calm and safety all around them. I love that a mothers (fathers, aunts, etc.) voice may be weak or strong, controlled or raw, but all that little one will hear is love. There are times where my mouth sings the words though my mind is still detained by the craziness of the day. There are other times though, where I am aware of each little finger and toe and revel in the classic battle between their minds desire to be awake and their body begging for rest. Where I can let the magic of watching a little one fall asleep completely surround me. Why , oh, why do they have to grow so fast?!

9 comments:

Melanie said...

I think it is those moments that are my favorite. I can't imagine having two babes to rock and sing to at the same time, but then again that is two sets of little toes and fingers to coo over.

ty and megs said...

jill you are such a fabulous writer!

please nibble on those two sets of toes for me. :)

Laurel said...

pretty sure this might be one of my favorite sentences ever:

"I love that in one breath, I can convey what would otherwise become a wordy message."

i love your writing.
i love your life.

JujuBean said...

You've got to save all of these ideas and write a book. Seriously, you have an amazing way of expressing what we all feel. I'm having almost daily panic attacks every time I look at my baby and see that he's not a baby anymore!

Jonathan said...

Jill I have to agree that this was a well written post. Although I desire to drop a witty remark about something. Your word lulled me into thoughts of those special times where as a father I have felt the peace and chaos of your poetic post.

So with that begin said, don't kiss their toes or fingers for me. Instead pimp slap them upside the head and tell them, "life is pain, anyone who tells you different is trying to sell you something."

Chocolates for Breakfast said...

i have asked that same question a million times, why oh why? i love the joy you feel as a mother and the way you can put it into words. i love what you can convey to children in a song without preaching to them...sometimes it is just silly, fun, but always love...i love that my grandkids will ask me to sing over and over again, and if you have heard me sing, that is a miracle in itself!

ali said...

enjoy them a little extra for us since we can't be there :)

Adam and Bri said...

can you write more, please? i could read your posts all day long.

love you. miss you.

Juli said...

Yet another Jill post that makes my heart ache. I love you!