“My daughter is always getting out of bed and coming in my room.” Before adoption, these comments brought a much different response in my heart and out of my mouth. Life changes when you bring home a baby who has transitioned too many times and learned how to survive on their own all before their first birthday. I spent so many nights that first year beside her bed. Each time she would try to rock herself to sleep, I would wrap my arm around her to show her that the rocking was now my job.
I have sought to create a space that is safe. A family where we love and support each other. I often miss the mark. There is often chaos that gets in the way of that goal. But overall we have tried. Still my baby girl has never, ever gotten out of her bed. Through nightmares and injuries, she carries on fighting the nighttime battle all alone. All the while, her mama and daddy sleep completely unaware.
That is until tonight.
Tonight she came to me for comfort from a nightmare that left her in tears. Tonight I was able to pray over her, and love on her, and read a silly story, and rock her, and get her back to bed with a smile and giggles instead of tears.
Tonight is huge. And that is why I am thankful for a nightmare.