There's something very mystical about a mother watching her child sleep that I cannot explain. I remember the days having brought my beautiful daughters home from the hospital. I remember once I fed them and wrapped them snugly and placed them in their bassinet or crib, I would hover over them and watch them to be sure she wouldn't yawn and gulp air and figure out that she was no longer in my arms but had been pulled a fast one and lied down to sleep. If that happened, of course, the rustling would start, restless movement that would ultimately lead to yelps and cries and the whole process would begin again. But when I realized she was in fact sound asleep, I would take pleasure in watching her little face totally motionless and peaceful.

My babies are grown women now; both are older than I was in those days watching my babies sleep. Yet, there is still a calm peace that comes from watching them sleep.