Sweet Dreams

Last night as Ethan slept, I sneaked into his room, sat down and just watched him sleep. I had to laugh to myself as I listened to him snore, but my eyes got teary feeling the smallness of his hand in mine. He is still my little baby but now such a big boy. Watching him sleep, of course, brings back memories of times long gone - hours of bouncing him up and down, the many cries in the night, the day we piled all his stuffed animals into the crib with him, "camping out" under his toddler bed tent, picking out his big boy bed - the one he sleeps in now. There is something about the innocence of children when they sleep that makes everything seem right with the world. But as I sat there, I couldn't help but feel sad. I miss Ethan. He is becoming so independent, so smart, so brave, so strong, so clever, so curious, so grown up. And he is not even five yet. For me, it was a precious moment. Not only could I feel the growing weight of his hand, but it radiated love. As a parent, I wonder if you ever stop being amazed by and in love with your children. I am guessing the answer is no.
Sweet dreams big boy.