Goodnight Sweetheart

Parents love to watch our kids sleeping.  Am I right?  I know you do. Okay, well maybe not so much dads, but a little, but moms for sure, no mom is shaking her head no right now.  But tonight as a I passed by my littlest one's door and saw her sweet slumbering face I wondered, why?  Why does the sight of our children sleeping bring us so much peace? Joy? Satisfaction?  I thought about it and wondered if it is because the look so happy, so peaceful. No. Not entirely. It's because they look so happy and peaceful and because I am bone-hurting, achingly, draggingly, comatosely, dog-tired at the end of each circus of a day that it brings me some sense of satisfaction to know that after all that, after the rushing to the school bus, and packing lunches, and soccer games, and temper tantrums, and scraped knees and tae kwon do classes, and playdates, after all of the madness that we can fit into one day, that SOMEONE is pleasantly rested.  Even though that person came out of bed 31 times , that person at that tranquil moment, appears happy, and grateful for the rest they are having and for all the splendor that has lulled them into a sweet slumber.  That even though I am not that someone, someone is getting some revitalizing, energizing sleep.  Even if that person has robbed me of countless hours of sleep that is rightfully mine, in face is now stealing even more of those hours right before my very eyes, at least they are content. It makes us feel that through all the craziness they have fallen to sleep happy, and cared for and look after, even if the last words they heard were "If you get out of bed ONE MORE TIME, I am taking leopard away, FOREVER!!". Even though, they are dreaming about the wonderful life they have.  I think this is why we love to watch them sleep.  Or maybe it because they aren't talking.