Rocking

There is something so special about rocking a sleepy baby. When Elliott is really tired he will lay still in my arms with his eyes focused directly on mine. He stares at me as if trying to read my thoughts...understand my quiet whispering....learn the words to the songs I sing. He speaks to me in those moments. Telling me he is happy. Telling me he is content. His cheeks hang low with the weight of a long day. Arms crossed across his chest. His fingers doing their best to intertwine. The steady rocking makes my eyes start to close. But his stay wide. Focused. Understanding. Tonight we rocked like that for a long time. I was conscious of the moment and how amazing this little boy has made my life. I was aware of how much love a mom feels for her child. I was certain that nothing in the world is better then rocking a sleepy baby.