Early morning love cuddles with my toddler today reminded me of the golden days of maternity leave, when baby and I would nap together. It may have been the hormonal haze, but I got the impression that Rohan slept better when next to me.
By the time he was four months old (and me being awaken nights became routine), Rohan took his afternoon naps alone – and I took time to write. Given that I returned to writing in earnest while pregnant and kept at it during mat leave and beyond, my son will be able to claim that he is directly responsible for the effervescence of my creative being. (Double meaning purposeful.)
These days, Rohan is doubly-times-triply more active than his newborn self and his naps are shorter. But his funny, clever, demanding little self still lets his Maman write from time to time – though now is not one of those times. He is slapping my knee to draw me away from the computer screen; he requires Cheerios.
Rohan est telment beau et adorable! J’espere de vous voir bientôt au fait que nous sommes dans la même ville!