I am trying not to rush bedtime today. To be happy when Baby T wakes up several times a night. He is here, home with me.
To pay attention to my kids when they talk to me, not just nod.
We have an un-official rule that we will not go to bed angry at each other. We don't 'let the sun set' in our anger. It keeps us close. Teaches us to forgive. To put our Self last.
We let the kids jump into bed with us. They are little for such a short time.
I let them be messy, loud. My hug is tighter today. My heart is heavier, with grief for those parents who cannot hug their little ones anymore in Newtown.