03/13/2026
I haven’t slept properly in almost a decade.
I’ve always been a light sleeper, but since becoming a mother that switch has been firmly set to “on.” I wake for everything.
These days it’s rare to get one child in my bed at night. Even more rare to get two.
On those nights I know I won’t wake refreshed. Someone’s foot will land in my ribs. My pillow will become a shield against little jabs. One of them will toss and turn every five seconds. The other will protest if they’re not the one right next to me.
And somewhere in the middle of the night they end up facing each other, heads close, breathing softly.
My eyes are tired.
My body is heavy.
But I cherish it. I take the picture in the dark.
Because one day the bed will feel spacious again.
And I know, without a doubt, I will miss this.