Why is it that the sight of my kids sleeping brings a warm feeling? part of me thinks it is due to the happy thoughts that go along with alone time: I get to do what ever I want, I don't have to share anything and I can be as loud or as quiet as I like. But, quite often my quiet time is interrupted by wishing I could share what I am doing with at least one of them. So here I sit right now on the living room couch, watching CSI: New York, playing on my computer and watching Kenyon slowly fall asleep on the couch next to me. Bryn is in the other room on Randall's computer and Ryana laying down in the playroom watching a movie (there is no school tomorrow.) I come across a game Kenyon would enjoy playing with me (Okay watching me play and then touching the screen to ask me what everything is.) something we love to do together. Why am I so tempted to nudge him and wake him up. I look forward to my time alone when he is hiding behind the couch so I can't get him and my cell phone he is hiding, I look forward to my alone time every time after each fight with his sister, I look forward to my alone time after he has been home sick for 3 weeks. But, now that I have it, I want to share it. So it must be that the warm feeling is just seeing a well earned sleep, and knowing it will all start over again tomorrow when he wakes up. That and they always look so innocent when asleep.
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