Swaying in the dark, holding my wiggly toddler, silent, I focused on the shadow of me swaying across his bedroom wall and held him tight.
It was such a lovely image. I could see the shadow of his tiny feet poking under my arm. I could see my arms wrapped around his little body. I imagined this shadow of love painted on the wall, a permanent reminder of this time that will fade.
I imagined other mamas doing this exact act of love and kindness. I smiled as I remembered the bedtime cuddles with my older three kids. I watched his body move in the moonlight with each breath and felt thankful that this tiny being calls me mama.
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