This past week has included middle
of the night awakenings with either the persistent calling of “Mommy” or just good old fashion crying
coming from down the hall from a certain little princess who is getting over a cold and has
two molars coming in (and who, frankly, I think just likes to be snuggled in the middle of the night). Last night was one of those nights and while I love
an uninterrupted night of sleep, I am trying to cherish these fleeting moments of
being able to rock my baby (yes, 30+ pound toddler) back to sleep. And, I
can’t help but think about little miss Nora and wonder, does she cry out in the
middle of the night? And, for who? And, who hears her sweet
cries?
Baby girl, we are {literally}* counting down the
days until we can hold you and love you and hear and answer your cries.
Photo is NOT from Nora’s orphanage
but is representative of a typical crib that would be in a Chinese orphanage –
with metal rungs and wood slat bottom (no mattress), likely for sanitary
purposes.
*Yes, we are literally counting down the days now ... more on that real soon! God is good!!!
3 comments:
So sweet - those middle of the night snuggle times - yet so tough - ha! Love this post - and it's so hard to think of our poor little girls in those cribs! So anxious for you to get over there!
I've been having some of those same thoughts about Nora when I get Simon out of his crib and snuggle with him. He just tucks into me and I melt.
Oh, I can't wait until Nora no longer has to comfort herself and she feels the loving/comforting embrace of her parents! {sigh}
I know it can't come soon enough...
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