The house is calm tonight. What light there is, glimmers dim. In a playroom two boys sleep…finally. They talked and they laughed. They left their beds to get a drink-to have a snack, to use the bathroom. Any excuse is fine-as long as they are out of the sleeping position. Out of the sleeping room.
But now I hear only the peaceful breath of sleep coming from their room. I walk into another room where the smallest boy lies still-But not for long. When the tummy aches, he’ll wake. He’ll cry out to whatever ears are near for the only thing that calms his soul.
Funny, the way, after a busy day, everything is still. For a moment I look around and wonder what to do. My actions all day are spoken for-Whatever do you need my child? What can I do for you?
But cast an eye on the clock..I know there are few hours left till I must rise and begin again. So, I crawl into bed quietly hoping against all hope for uninterrupted sleep. I pull the covers over my head. But then softly in my left ear I hear, “Mommy?”