Most nights Goose sleeps in her bed, which is the bottom bunk in the kids' room. Every now and then, she'll ask to sleep with us. I almost always oblige, because I love it. The night before last, she slept by me.
Last night my husband showed me a picture he took when he got up that morning.
I saw it, and I could barely breathe. She and I were both sound asleep. I had no idea I was holding her like that. For some reason, this picture spoke to my heart and showed me something about myself that I wanted to see. For all the I'm-not-good-enough thoughts that enter my head, this picture showed me that even when I'm unconscious I am parenting with love.
I needed that.