little one with low energy levels who struggles to get out of bed each morning. mama tries her best but baby won’t budge. mama even tries sliding a wing under their back and they just want to eep all morning, though i know if i let them, they’ll sleep into the evening, waking up late and cranky. 🐨💭
“come on lovey, we got to start the day”. my little one is nonverbal and struggles to respond, only letting out small, tired noises. i lean in real close by their ear and whisper, “hey, sweet dove, i know yesterday was a hard day, and i know you feel like today will be too, but you aren’t facing it alone, not when you have mama beside you.”
they look up at me with the most adoring, sleepy eyes, and mama looks back, no judgement, no upset
“mama knows the effort it takes to do things that some people think are so easy or effortless. that’s a big word isn’t it ? but if anyone understands, it’s mama. if anyone is gonna support you, it’ll be mama. i’m not going anywhere, and you have no idea how proud of you i’ll be when i see you do the things to take care of yourself. the things that’ll please me, that’ll make this angel beam. you can make mama happy, right, dollface ?” 🧴
“that’s it, just slowly sit up. we’ll get you a nice, tall glass of water and start the morning off with whatever snack you’d like.. and you can nom nom it all down whilst watching your favorite comfort show! mama will be gentle and caring all the way until the sun rises again, and there’s nothing in the day mama hasn’t thought about and prepared for. i’ve got you, love dove, and you’re both protected and free from anything you’re worried about when you’re with me. we can do this. you can do this.” 🦢🤲🏼
i lift the little one up and put their head over my shoulder, making sure they’re supported, before i sit them down at the cosy vintage wooden table with a big plate of toast, sprinkled in sugar and butter, a glass of orange juice, and the smallest wooden cutlery they’ve ever seen. 🍽️
it’s going to be okay, darling. mama angel’s here. 🪽