There isn't anything quite like rocking your child to sleep. This is especially true when you have a one year old who is very big and very strong for his age. B is growing so fast that it is becoming hard to rock him. One thing that amazes me is that when I'm rocking him, he really doesn't fight me much. It was the exact opposite with E. When she was little she'd cry and fight for fifteen minutes before falling off to sleep. With B, he just lays here in my arms quietly, usually falling to sleep quickly. Tonight he's added some sweet noises as he lies in my arms. The best way to describe it would be something like a hum/coo. It really is a special thing to be a parent.
As I'm typing this tonight my mind is flooded with memories of rocking E and singing to her. The main difference in putting them down is that B gets immediately quite when I start to sing, and E would usually settle in the middle of the third song. I always sang the same three songs when I rocked her and I've continued to do the same with B. I start with Edelweiss, then transition straight into My Old Kentucky Home, and finish with Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus. If they are really upset and crying I have a special song I sing for each of them (Hey Beautiful Girl for E and You'll Be In My Heart for B). I don't think I will ever forget these moments and how privileged I am to be a father. It is a great responsibility and I will never take it lightly. This is why I'm losing weight. It's for these two (as well as their momma and hopefully a few more Vickers kids down the road) that I want to make healthy decisions. God's given me such blessings and I want to be here for them. Tonight it's for my kids that I'm losing my butter half.
I had a good day for calorie intake. Bekah sent a delicious salad for lunch and made an incredible dinner (her Greek Red Potatoes were the bomb!). I was able to fit a workout in and now it's off to bed.
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