It is normal to be away from my son for at least 12 hours of the day. To say that I cannot get home to him fast enough is a gross understatement. I cherish every single moment I have with him, but nothing beats bedtime. Bedtime is normally followed by a “Mama-and-Me” bath time.
I sit across from him in his baby bath seat and splash him. The warm water releases the fragrant smell of Lavender baby wash that I’ve used as a make-shift bubble bath. Ryan splashes happily around as the bubbles enclose over his little baby feet. I take the removable shower head and splash him with it and he tries to eat the spray. I dissolve into a fit of laughter that excites him. He splashes gleefully, satisfied he made Mama laugh.
We begin a game of “Dunk the Turtle” and my heart swells with love as my son splashes and laughs. There is nothing on Earth that beats the feeling of watching his little cherub face light up as the turtle pops back up to the surface. We play like this for a bit longer and then its time to wash up and get out, but not before I form his hair into a “baby-hawk” with the shampoo. That is more for my entertainment than his, but he laughs at my laugh anyway.
After we rinse and dry, it’s jammy time. Once jammies are on, we sit in the rocker by our bed and I put him on my breast. My sweet son stares at me with his big, green-gray eyes and suckles contently. I gaze at him, stroking his cheek, rocking in pure bliss. I am so in love with this sweet boy, and I tell him so. I cherish these moments with everything I have. I stroke his hair as he falls asleep and I set him in his bed that’s at the foot of our own.
As I lay down to sleep, I’m already looking forward to tomorrow night’s bedtime.