Last night, exhausted as always, I stealthily crawled into bed with Maisie, manoeuvring my way passed landmine traps in the guise of a ladybird pillow, a tortoise nightlight and a well worn baby,”Baby”. Just as my head hit the pillow I felt Maisie stir and my first thought was “oh shit” followed by the ridiculous “pretend you’re asleep”. Doing my best log impression, I laid there, willing her back to sleep to no avail.
Maisie turned over, reached out for me and I heard a tiny sleepy voice say “Mama?” I murmured softly hoping to send her back to the land of nod. She wrapped her tiny limbs around mine, took a deep breath and on her gentle exhale my planked self hears “I love you” as she slides back into sleep.
How she slept as the truck full of gratitude & love rumbled through that little room, shaking the mould of despair from my heart, is beyond me.