This Fourth of July not only conjures up appreciation for the wonderful Country in which we live, but it also brings up a fond memory for me. That’s because this Fourth marks the three-year anniversary of the first time my son slept through the night. I remember that day like it was yesterday. We had a lovely visit to Valley Forge National Park in honor of the day, then headed home for dinner and bath time. As the sun started to set, I remembered what had clearly escaped my memory: FIREWORKS. You see, this was the day I had been planning all week for us to move our son from the bassinet to his crib to see if he would sleep all night long. As the dusk turned to night, I still remember the scene like it was yesterday: My husband and I sat in the living room, the baby monitor glued to my hand, cringing each time a firework would go off outside certain that the festive booms would wake the baby. We fell asleep sometime after midnight and when I awoke with a startle the next day since I hadn’t heard the baby cry, I ran into his room to find him still asleep! It was a holiday miracle!
Now, anyone with children remembers the wonderful memory of the first time your baby slept through the night. How life changing it was! And for those parents whose babies still haven’t figured out the sleeping thing just yet, know that it will happen and you, too, will get a full night’s sleep again I promise.
I wish each and every one of you a happy, festive and safe Fourth of July holiday ~ as well as a peaceful slumber that night.
Sincerely,
From the Stork’s Nest~
Liz
What memories does the Fourth of July bring back for you?
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