This hasn’t been the most consistent week for sleep. Yesterday I mentioned the insomnia.Last night, Katy woke me up simply to hug me when she got up for her potty break at 2 am.
Be there at our sleepingWhen I wake up in the night like that, I can’t rush right back to sleep. When my brain doesn’t turn on to a to-do list, sometimes it listlessly wonders.
I think about all of the overnight shifts that I worked. While at work, I would have loved to have been in my own bed in the middle of the night, even if I was wide awake. I think about those overnight workers and wish them well.I think about the many nights when I was awake with children. Not the brief pre-potty hug I get these days. But the days when I was up feeding babies, changing diapers, helping a fever go down. I think about all those parents and wish them well.
I think about the many nights that I was awake with worry. Sometimes awake both at work and with worry. Prayers in the night seem so frantic. I think of all of those with desperate prayers and wish them well.
I am grateful because that is not me right now, except for the parent piece. I am grateful because I know how quickly life can change. How quickly a drifting thought before sleep one night can turn into a desperate prayer the next.
This post is part of the 31 Day series-Mindful Moments.