Some nights, as was the case today, I awoke to the sound of my fussing baby and nursed her back to sleep (3:30 a.m.). By the time the feeding was over my mind was thinking about the things of the next day, this or that, and formulating an email or journal entry. I was unable sooth myself. I needed MY mother to cradle and rock ME back to sleep.
So after lying in bed awake for an hour I get up to write down some of the things that were drilling through my head so I don’t need to try to remember them. I fold laundry, I have a snack, and then I hear the birds’ announcement of the dawn. It’s 6:30 a.m., and though I’m tired and exhausted (and congested) I cannot settle down. My mind continues to race and think and think and think…
But in the early hours of the morning I savor the quiet, the peace, and the serene sounds of the awakening day. I think I’ll go lie down and try again to drift to dreamland.
