In reality, the only thing the morning silence fooled The Baby into was sleeping in. I checked on her at 9:00AM and she was still sprawled out in her bed- arm and leg through the crib bars, mouth pursed in a perfect cupid's bow. Part of me was drawn back toward the door- "If she is sleeping, you can get some work done. She'll never know you were here." But another part of me- the part which is much more vulnerable to the lure- the kitten softness, the tenuous threads and the baby's breath of the fleeting moments of toddlerhood encouraged me to stay by her bedside. "She won't be still or mild or peaceful like this when she is awake. Drink in this image a little while longer and let it fill your maternal reserves. Draw upon this vision when she tests your patience later on."
She was actually quite congenial today. I am sure she was happy to have her Mom-meeeee all to herself.
