The last time I remember her dozing like this in my arms, she was just a baby.
\nAnd today, she came.
\nShe snuggled in.
\nCurled her little hands into that adorably baby \u201cposition.\u201d
\nAnd. Fell asleep.<\/p>\n
I lie still, not daring to move.
\nI\u2019m not afraid of waking her.
\nI\u2019m afraid of breaking a feeling that has returned after so many years.<\/p>\n
I remember, four years ago, when she, fully fed, would lower the curtains of her long eyelashes in my arms\u2026
\nWith my mind wandering through fields of urgent tasks, I sometimes decided I could let them wait.
\nSo I wouldn\u2019t put her in the crib when she fell asleep.
\nSometimes I\u2019d sit with her curled up in my arms, like a guardian, protecting her sleep.
\nEven though that sleep had no intention of running away.<\/p>\n
Today, I feel like the guardian of sleep again.
\nI didn\u2019t put her in the crib.
\nI listen to her breathing.
\nI watch her fluttering eyelashes.
\nAnd it feels like I scoop up and drink the feeling with my hands.<\/p>\n
Moms need so little.
\nWe can be full of feelings.
\nEspecially those that should have already grown.
\nBut sometimes, they come back.
\nThen we grab those wandering feelings into our hearts.
\nAnd we sit still, so they can linger a little longer.<\/p>\n
With Pa dozing in my arms,
\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17531","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17531","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17531"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}