Lay Your Head

When my babies were little and they’d get sleepy, I’d pick them up hoping they’d take a rest.

Sometimes, they snuggled right down.

Sometimes, their rigid little bodies turned stone stiff and refused to relax or bend.

I am not sleepy, and thou shalt not comfort me, Oh Maternal Harbinger of Naptime to Come.

Even when they couldn’t talk, that message was loud and clear.

Until I’d say, “Lay your head, little one.  It’s OK to lay your head down.”

They sighed and their hard heads dropped with a loud ker-thunk onto my collarbone, which is sincerely one of the sweetest forms of pain in the known universe.  Especially with the accompanying whiff of baby shampoo in the wind.

Mmm.  Content baby.  Content mommy.

Lay your head.

I still get to say it for just a bit longer to my 4-year-olds, even though their legs dangle below my knee-caps when I pick them up.

What got me thinking about this today?

I walked by a photo I keep in the house.  Like most decorative items, it’s faded into the background a bit over the years.  But today I picked it up again and reminisced.

It’s a photo of my friend’s wedding.

I was maid of honor and Abby was flower girl.

We took a picture of the three of us.

There’s always been a rather marked height difference between my friend and me.

So, well, I laid my head.

And then the bride laughed.  And the photographer snapped one of my favorite photos of all time.

Just goes to show, you can dress me up, but you can’t take me anywhere.

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ABOUT BETH WOOLSEY I'm a writer. And a mess. And mouthy, brave, and strong. I believe we all belong to each other. I believe in the long way 'round. And I believe, always, in grace in the grime and wonder in the wild of a life lived off course from what was, once, a perfectly good plan.
13 comments
  1. Hilarious and precious! 🙂

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  5. Also one of my all-time favorite photos. That was a good, good day. Oh, and thanks again for finding my husband for me. One of those little things between friends.

    The Bride (I’m the bride? I’m the bride!!!!!!)

    1. Missalinda,

      Your dear husband gave himself away on the survey. He thanked me for winking at him on your behalf… ah, the things we do for our friends. And I’d do it again.

      Congratulations on being the bride. Almost 4 years later.

      B

      1. …Almost 6 year later.

  6. Thanks, ladies!

  7. That picture needs to be on a “best friend” greeting card. Bet you could sell it to Hallmark! Love it!

  8. What a sweet moment! I love it!

  9. Obviously, if you dress Abby up, you can take her anywhere.

  10. Beautiful, just beautiful. I love that photo too and what makes it so special is that it was the perfect, happy, relaxed moment. Once in a life time, never to be seen again. What a great photographer to capture this for you and your friend.

    Also love how you called it, the sweetest form of pain in the universe. Truer words never spoken.

  11. I love this picture! Surely one of the best wedding photos I’ve ever seen 🙂
    And I truly love the story about babies&plunking their head down on your collar bone… I fortunately still get to experience it on an almost daily basis, because Hein loves to snuggle up right before I lay him in his crib… Can’t wait till tonight! 🙂

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