Toddler naps that leave my arm numb

This #thankyouthursday, I’m grateful for toddler naps that leave my arm numb.

They don’t happen too often these days and I know eventually they won’t happen at all, and rather than feel sad about what I know will change I’m choosing to celebrate what’s still here.

Yesterday afternoon a coworker asked if I could talk on the phone about something and I replied, “We’ll get it sorted. B is sleeping on me rn but once he's up I can chat!”

Someday I won’t be sending messages like that. But yesterday I did—with one hand, since the other was unavailable, thanks to the full weight of a sleeping toddler reducing both mobility and circulation of my left arm.

The only thing better would have been if I could have been sleeping along with my kid, but my brain was too wired so I had to settle for the nerve endings on my hand sleeping instead.

And probably at some point while my son slept, slack-jawed and at peace, I could have rolled away and freed my tingling arm. Maybe I could have even left the room.

But really, why would I want to?

Love > fear,
Christina