Lately, I’ve been tired. I know this just comes with the territory of being a parent, but it’s starting to wear on me. I honestly can’t remember the last time I got more than four consecutive hours of sleep. The other night while I was lying awake in bed at 4:45 a.m. after getting up to feed Fern, I started feeling discouraged. I found myself feeling frustrated and wishing I could just fast forward through this stage of my life, but then I remembered this quote (at right).
I decided that I needed to reframe my thinking.
Yes, this is a hard stage of life. Yes, I am exhausted. Yes, I would seriously consider giving a kidney for 12 uninterrupted hours of slumber.
But, in a few years, am I really going to remember the nights where I only got a few hours of sleep? Probably not.
What I will remember are the moments sitting awake in our rocking chair and snuggling my baby back to sleep. I’ll remember the sweetness of her tiny hand resting on my chest. I’ll remember her precious smile and twinkling eyes as she looked up at me during those way-too-early wake ups. I’ll remember the time when I was the center of her universe and all she needed to set her world right.
All too soon, she will be an independent young woman and I will be missing this time. These are the beautiful moments that make the sleep deprivation worth it.