Footprints in my Gut

For months now, my two youngest children have not let me sleep at night. They crawl in bed with me and kick me in the stomach all night. Last night, when I woke up to find Cecilia standing next to my bed, staring at me, I had the thought, "someday this will end." So I pulled her up in bed with me, again, and settled in for a long night of protecting my gut from her little feet. Someday she'll be grown and she won't want to sleep with me anymore, so for now I'm going to cherish our late-night battles over my pillow.