EARTH TO MORGAN;

My toddler woke up screaming and couldn't calm himself to sleep so I went and gave him warm mama cuddles back to bed. I sat there with a snoring angel straddling my belly and a rambunctious baby kicking up at his brother and I thought about how I was made to love these boys and their father. I read an article recently about how baby boys require more love and affection than is often given with the "be a man and toughen up" attitude towards boys. Maybe that's why I'm given boys - I have an endless supply of love to give and when it comes to them I am weak, weak, weak. I can't listen to their heart breaking without the breaking of my own and I'm often snuggled up in the middle of the night with a little boy who just can't sleep. Somehow every time I feel completely out of energy and comfort to give I find a place to pull it from - and I realized that I'm the lucky one for that, not them. Mine is the voice that instantly calms heavy baby sobs, and I'm the one who gets to feel the tiny arms around my neck and the even tinier snores against my cheek. When nothing else is working I always, always do, and it only costs a little bit of my time. What a small price to pay for a chapter of my life I will soon be missing. I hugged that baby until he was sound asleep and then I hugged him a few minutes longer. Soon enough there will be a new baby taking more of my time from him, and even sooner than that it seems I'll have a child who is no longer a little boy needing snuggles from his mama. I intend to take full advantage until then.