With each new child, the speed of life seems to pick up a notch. Several weekends ago we moved baby Meg out of our room into the kid’s room. Mentally, the transition made her seem even more grown up.
It was kind of sad. Our baby is less of a “baby” each day! (I wish I could “push pause” indefinitely!)
Rose and Will absolutely love having her in their room though! Last summer when were contemplating whether or not we should stay in our small home another year, one of my main questions was “how are we going to fit another bed into the kid’s room?”
My four-year-old solved the dilemma: Will could move into her bed, and she would sleep on the floor!
Rose anticipated the move for months. Now she happily sleeps on a mattress that slides under her old bed in the morning (or serves as a tent, house or barn.)
Three weeks later, the novelty of getting to sleep on the floor has still not worn off. The other day she told Will in a very grown-up sounding voice, “Someday Will, when you’re big like me, you can sleep on the floor too!”
How can you help loving little ones?
Meg seems to like her new bed too!
Meg usually sleeps well, but she still occasionally gets up in the night. Now that she’s farther away, her fussing takes a bit longer to rouse me from a deep sleep.
Last night I was up multiple times. The final time, Meg’s fussing mixed into my dream. A few minutes passed and the intensity of fussing gradually increased. Finally, my foggy brain slipped out of dreamland. I walked groggily into the kid’s room to rescue her.
As my mind became more conscious, the sweetness of God’s sleeplessness stood out to me.
“I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot be moved;
he who keeps you will not slumber.
4 Behold, he who keeps Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep”
Psalm 121:1-4 ESV
Our God never sleeps. We don’t have to wait for grogginess to clear before He can hear our prayers. Our glorious, risen Redeemer is alive and awake.