What’s Your Magic Number?

This past weekend I was awakened by my oldest at 5:30 am. She was clutching her dollys and asking to join us in slumber. I usually resist all requests – unlike their father who, most of the time, without hesitation will just scoop them up. He says he doesn’t realize it and, by the way, aren’t they just the sweetest. Yes of course they are! But I can’t sleep squished in our teeny now made even teenier queen sized bed! Funny, despite this, my children still always come to me. Probably because the other part of the time daddy is snoring through their request. This time I was tired -meaning lazy- and wanting to grab a few more minutes before the other two were up. I grunted and gave permission to come aboard.

She wasted no time. Immediately she scrambled up getting a little stuck on the mattress because of the excessive amounts of STUFF in her hands. Now, my child is a packrat, just like her mommy. I normally need to ask, cajole and then as a last resort yell at her not to bring every nick picky thing with her to the swimming pool, shopping trip or play date. So this early sleepy morning I was winding up to give her some must needed feedback. I also uncharacteristically kept quiet. She grabbed all three of “her children” and snuggled deep in the covers, closing her eyes. I rolled over and thought to myself. I know what you mean baby girl; three is just perfect for me too!

Sheila Cason, MD