{"id":17556,"date":"2020-04-05T14:55:01","date_gmt":"2020-04-05T11:55:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/istorija\/mamoms-saldiems\/"},"modified":"2026-03-19T12:49:16","modified_gmt":"2026-03-19T09:49:16","slug":"to-moms-sweet-ones","status":"publish","type":"istorija","link":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/story\/to-moms-sweet-ones\/","title":{"rendered":"To Moms. Sweet ones."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I lie down beside her.<br \/>\nAnd my neck is entwined, like vines, by two plump little arms.<\/p>\n<p>At first, her breathing is intense, echoing the day\u2019s adventures, then gradually slows.<\/p>\n<p>And I feel her drift off to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>Her little hands, holding my neck, relax.<\/p>\n<p>I am \u201cset free.\u201d Yet I don\u2019t want to go anywhere.<\/p>\n<p>For a moment, it feels like I have no tasks.<\/p>\n<p>As if everything that was so important until now has vanished into the darkness of the room.<\/p>\n<p>I lie in silence and listen. To her breathing.<\/p>\n<p>Slow. Deep.<\/p>\n<p>I stroke her hair, tangled across the pillow that has already warmed from her body.<\/p>\n<p>I try to make out the little face she\u2019s set for sleep.<\/p>\n<p>If usually two round eyes look out at the world\u2014sparkling with curiosity\u2014now they\u2019re hidden beneath the curtain of dark lashes.<\/p>\n<p>She rests.<br \/>\nLike actors at the end of a performance, before the next play, which will begin at dawn.<\/p>\n<p>I notice her tiny hand, neatly tucked beneath her plump cheek.<\/p>\n<p>Those little fingers, so active during the day, now only twitch occasionally.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps tickled by a dream?<\/p>\n<p>She smiles in her sleep.<\/p>\n<p>I remember how she did this as a baby.<\/p>\n<p>And even now\u2014a small rainbow of a smile spreads across her little face.<br \/>\n\u201cMaybe it\u2019s a sign she\u2019s found a dream she likes?\u201d I think.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps sensing my gaze, she quickly rolls onto her other side.<\/p>\n<p>And, chirping softly, she drifts into the cinema of dreams.<\/p>\n<p>I lie there a few more minutes.<\/p>\n<p>A rainbow unfolds across her face\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Surely\u2026 only mothers can see so much romance and magic, almost like goodness stepping right off the pages of a fairy tale, in the simple act of a child falling asleep.<\/p>\n<p>Goodnight,<br \/>\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17556","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17556","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=17556"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}