I want to capture and hold the absolute peace I feel when I rock my baby at bedtime. After his bath, after the lotion, after the pajamas are on, after the breastfeeding, after the story. When I hold him against my chest and use my right hand to rub the back of his head and sing him his lullaby, the world makes sense. For a moment, there is nothing else. There is me and my baby. There is our chair and our song. There are small murmurs and snuggles in. There is peace.
Posted byCaroline Mitchell CarricoPosted inUncategorizedTags:baby
Published by Caroline Mitchell Carrico
I am a writer, mom, and museum enthusiast in Memphis. Also a fan of reading all the words, cooking all the vegetables, and watching all my kids' soccer games. View more posts
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Just beautiful, Caroline. I loved reading this, and it brought back memories from years ago when my babies were small.