Middle of the Night

I just had the sweetest experience with my son.  The fact that it was at 2:40 A.M. doesn't even matter.

I heard crying and went into the boys room.  It still seemed like H was asleep, but he was crying like he was so sad.  I gathered him into my arms and started telling him it was OK, that I was there.  I couldn't really understand what he was saying but it sounded like someone was dying and he was so sad.  I reassured him that he was fine and that I was with him, then I laid him back down and climbed into bed to cuddle with him.  (he is in a full size bed now).  After a few minutes of cuddling he turns to me and asks in a very sleepy voice, "Mom, when I'm done here in my bed can I come sleep in yours?" 

After a few more minutes of cuddling it seemed like he was finally falling asleep again.  I tried to slip out of the bed without him noticing, but he rolled over and said, "Mom, we didn't sing one song together."   Singing isn't part of our bedtime routine so this took me by surprise but I smiled and said, "What would you like to sing, Honey?"  He responded, "Well, we don't want to wake up G so we'll have to sing very quiet."  I agreed and with a smile he told me he wanted to sing 'Jesus said love Everyone'.  We whisper/sang it together then he said, "OK.  You can go now."

I love my sweet boy so much. 

*Correction.  He just came out again upset that his favorite dog was not in his bed with him.  He asked me to find her downstairs and bring her up and put her in the bed with him.  I did exactly that and he told me the bad feelings were because she was lost.  We said a little prayer for the bad feelings to stay away and tucked his favorite little dog stuffed animal in bed with him.  Hopefully we can all sleep now.