Today, nap time was like no other.
It started out per usual, with John almost asleep ...until Lainie or Natalie or Maggie hollered about something. I would set down the now screaming John, go deal with his sister or sisters, then pick him back up to try to settle him down for a nap.
After the third rude awakening, John said forget this and was wide eyed and alert. Me? not so much. Because I still wanted to at least lie down for a bit, I dug out the mobile from the closet and hung it on John's crib. Up until now, he has been content with a little light up musical toy. But today, once I started that mobile over his head, he stopped fussing and just stared.
I took advantage of the peace and immediately laid down in my bed, in the same room as John's crib. I no sooner rolled over and I heard in a little voice, "Thank you."
It was a little boy voice, sounded like a four or five year old. Now I may thing John is pretty amazing, but I know he didn't say it. And I know I heard it. I wasn't scared, but smiled as I rolled over to look, knowing I wouldn't actually see anything. And all I saw was little feet kicking in a crib while John cooed at the farm animals circling above his head.
I guess even his guardian angel is grateful for a few moments of joyful peace!