Sleep. Sweet Sleep.

So~

Sleeping at the cottage.

Here is a little story for you:

Back before there were three,

there were two little boys,

just about two years apart.

There were some days I was ready to pull my hair out

with those two-

The "learning to share a favorite toy",

the "hands to ourselves",

the "git yourself to time-out RIGHT NOW",

the crying, and whinny days of two little preschoolers

on Summer Break.

There were many days I fell into bed,

worrying they would never be best buds,

-or even kind to each other ever-

worrying I was a terrible mom...

There was one day in particular

at the cottage

One Summer Day.

The boys had a BAD day-

the fighting,

the arguing,

the crying,

the time-outs to correct behavior.

I was stressed-out with them,

and terribly upset with how the day had gone.

And-

As I put them to bed

that night-

I was glad my parenting part of my day was done.

Tomorrow was a new day-

I would try my best again

to help mold and encourage these boys

into becoming the friends, and loving brothers

I knew they were capable of becoming.

A few hours after putting them to bed,

-all was now blissfully quiet-

I went to check on them,

and found them like this:

Holding hands in their sleep.

{With blurry, teary vision- I dashed to find my camera, and capture that moment-and that was way before blogging!}

That moment captured

as they slept,

was the reassurance I needed that day

to know the parenting

I was pursuing

to help two

little boys become friends

was working.

I was elated, and encouraged.

Now, here it is-

instead of two little boys sharing a family,

-and a bed at the summer cottage-,

There are three.

Three little, precious boys.

The days are filled with fun,

the falling asleep is

-Rambunctious

at times,

and noisy but-

 memory building,

I  pray:

Wishing you the sweetest of sleeps tonight,

(...Who placed her Ruby Red Flip-Flops by the front door before hopping into bed herself tonight-)