…there’d be days like this. Mama neglected to mention days would likely turn to weeks, months – and dare I say – years!?!?
I saw my future at the grocery store yesterday. A mum - hair spilling from her ponytail – looked at me, then at her four-year-old rushing about grabbing broccoli, juice, pie (he ran through the aisles with the adeptness of a personal shopper on speed) – and said something. I’m not sure what she said. I tried really hard but couldn’t understand a word of it. Finally, I caught the tale end: “He doesn’t sleep. I thought he would grow out of it. But he hasn’t. He still doesn’t sleep.” Then off she ran. Leaving me standing there. Ready to burst into tears. Or screams. Or both.
I’m trying desperately to convince myself that Nadia will indeed grow out of her…hmmm…wakefulness. I say it’s teething. She’s a good sleeper. Really. She is. She will be. Before her fourth birthday…if not, please send drugs. For me.
I remember calling my dear mother Viv and venting about lack of sleep and the horrorifying thought that this phase would continue. She said, “Thank God for phases. It really is only a phase. It will pass.” I believed her — and look, thirty years later I can get all the sleep I want. Just kidding, they were sleeping in — too much, in no time.
By: Francy on March 31, 2009
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