that even though the boys are now 13 and 14 years old, I still sneak into their rooms sometimes to watch the blankets move up and down.
Sometimes, if I can’t tell, I’ll place my hand on their back. Just to feel it rise and fall.
I have to reassure myself that they are still breathing.
Like, for instance, just this morning.
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Aw … that’s sweet.
No, once they hit teenage, I didn’t sneak into their rooms. First, their rooms were nasty places, and secondly, I didn’t know what I might find! LOL!
I did occasionally have to wake one of them for something, and then I did treasure the moment of watching them sleep – especially as the older one, right up till when he left home (long past twenty years old) still slept just as he did as a toddler: bum up in the air, arms by his side, and face mashed into the pillow. So funny to see a great hairy adolescent do that, when your memory still holds their three year old, fresh, dewy self in the exact same position.
Not sure which is cuter, really! LOL!
Hahaha! To both of you, Kimberley and Jay! Absolutely precious! Yes, I still do the same – and mine are 14, 13, and 11. So glad I’m not alone in this. LOL
I couldn’t sneak into Olivier’s room because I would fall over something. I know he’s a bit older than your two. I just check that he’s there – I worry about dead or alive later…