Lying on the fold out floor mat at 1:30 in the morning with a 2 year old who is learning to be a "big girl" (and subsequently wet her bed) can be one of my favorite parts of the day. We watched Toy Story 3, we sang lullabies, and when I finally started to really fade I resorted to prefixing everything I said with the word "Princess" to try to make my requests seem somehow special and not so much like the "b" word (bedtime).
"Do you want to lie down on the princess bed?"
"Come close your pretty princess eyes and have some beautiful princess dreams!"
It didn't work. But it was sure cute watching her bat her eyes and dramatically sigh and fake sleep.
The Sandman finally won and my girl fell slowly to sleep. I would normally have gone to sleep right as she did-desperate to get in enough shut eye-but that night was different. I couldn't help but to lay next to her, her little arm wrapped around my wrist, and rest in the fact that right now, she belongs to me. I am still her "Mommy Best Sriend".
She will be mine for a short time, and then she will belong to the world.
Rock and roll, my little girl. Rock and roll in this big, big world.
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