Last night was an epic "rock you" (meaning rock me) to sleep marathon.
Mama, rock you....pleez?
Mama, sing...pleez?
Mama, bed...pleez?
Toss, turn, stare off into space....
Mama, read book....pleez? (denied after first 3 requests)
Repeat (a thousand times)
Just when I thought Kysa (20 months) was really close to dreamland, she bolted upright on my lap and reached for my necklace. She took the pendant, a silver Africa with a heart cut out over Ethiopia, and looked at it closely as if considering something deeply. She looked me in the eye and said, "Africa, Mama." Then she pressed the pendant to my lips for me to kiss, and then laid her head on my chest with her cheek pressed against the pendant. She fell fast to sleep.
As this adoption process drags on and on it's easy to doubt its realness. Who knew it would take a moment of child generated magic to remind me of just how real it is?
...to remind me of the realness of a child's intuition
...to remind me of the realness of our connection with each other
...and to remind me of the realness of miracles, and love and dreams
Thank you, Kysa, my wise little teacher. I will gladly surrender my exhaustion and frustration to your pearls of wisdom and grace.
Aum Shanti,
Allison
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