Deep in the night, I awoke to the sound of Raphael asking for a drink. When I brought a cup to his bedside, he sipped from it and then asked, “Mama, pweeze will you sweep wif me a wittle while?”
I’m a sucker for those W’s. I climbed in bed beside him and then he snuggled, sighed, and fell back asleep.
I slept too. Until my apparent neediness began to cramp my toddler son’s style. I awoke again about an hour later when Raphael nudged me gently.
“Mama?” he smoothed my hair with one small hand.
He hesitated, sighed, and then finally told me, “You weally need to go back to your bed now.”