I am a Mom

So, it happened yesterday. I briefly felt like a mom. Let me tell you what happened.

Samantha woke up quite a bit early from her nap. I peeked in on her as she was waking, in that talk-to-yourself stage. She continued to stay lying down, with her paci and her bear blanket. But, she got louder and louder. She never did turn her aquarium on, which has become a great self-soother. And she never did stand up in her crib and wait to be picked up. So, I waited and waited because I wanted her to go back to sleep.

When I did finally go in, she stood up to me and wanted to be picked up. I did, and she put her head on my shoulder. Those who know Samantha, know that she is not very cuddly. She is not one to sit in your lap, want to be held, or certainly not rest her head on your shoulder. Hmm, I thought, ok, I’ll hold you. She acted like she didn’t want me to put her down, so I sat down in the rocking chair. She sat in my lap, tummy to tummy with her head on my chest. We rocked. She never fell asleep, but she stayed still and quiet for 30 minutes in my lap.

I don’t know what was wrong with her, or why she wanted to be held. But, it doesn’t matter because that’s what moms do. They comfort.