"I just need to get some paper and markers, Mom."
Okay, that I could handle. Something to keep him entertained and in his room. I got him his paper and markers and walked him back into his room. He asked me to write the names of his friends that live next door on one paper, so I did, and then left him in there to color.
I didn't hear anything else from him. About a half hour later I went to check on him, and outside his door I found this:
And my heart melted a little. After seeing these pictures he drew for us I thought, and why was I so frustrated trying to get him to stay in bed? I peeked in on him laying in his bed, fast asleep, and immediately starting thinking about how this cute, young stage of always wanting to be up with us at night, and him constantly drawing sweet little pictures of us, isn't going to last forever.
I constantly go back to this theme when writing in my journal, in articles, and on this blog, but I think it must be because I need to be reminded of it. They grow so fast, and I need to remember to just let loose and enjoy this time in our lives. To not get so caught up in bedtime schedules and routines and keeping the house clean that I miss it. It makes me sad to think one day, and probably sooner than I realize, he won't want to sneak out of his room to be with us, we'll probably actually be trying to pull him out of there to get a word out of him. And these sweet little drawings he does will go away. So I want to do my best to cherish these little things now, in the present.