One of the most incredible things about being a mother is the uncanny ability to interpret even the slightest sounds and gestures from your child. It's unexplainable, yet any mother will tell you it's true. While it just sounds like a baby crying to anyone else, to mommy's ears there are clear differences between a cry of hunger, a cry of exhaustion, a cry of fussiness or a cry of distress.
As an infant, I learned the differences in Jackson's cries in a matter of days. As he becomes more expressive, it is clear (to mommy and daddy anyway) when he is tired, when he wants to be picked up or put down, when he feels frustrated, and so on.
Last night, he communicated something new to me. He's been fighting a little bit of a cold - runny nose, slight cough, etc. At about 11:00 pm he woke up and needed to be comforted back to sleep. I picked him up and headed to the rocking chair. As soon as I began rocking he started making noise. A fairly loud (for 11:00 pm anyway) and consistent "ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh". It hit me almost immediately. He wanted me to sing to him - which is something I do almost every time we rock together. I began singing and just like that he quieted down, snuggled in and was back to sleep in no time at all.
It's little moments like these that take my breath away. That make me so grateful to be a mommy.
Jackson can't talk. But he already tells me so much.
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