Some nights I stall a little longer than others before I feel rejuvenated enough to want to go to bed. No little bodies need me. Not a squeal to be heard. Just the tick and the tock of the clock. I almost don't want it to end.
I pray every day to know what each of my children need.
Because I certainly can't figure them out all by myself.
I often get answers at unexpected times.
Moments that leave me knowing the answers are heaven-sent.
They are answers that can't be found in books, or in the latest parenting magazine.
Specific answers for that child.
And they won't work for my other children.
