Before I was a mom, I imagined what those bedtime conversations would be like.
We would lay together in the dark, a small body snuggled up to mine, in those last few moments as the little one drifted off to sleep.
Quiet breathing, calmness would settle.
My little person would perhaps, sleepily, ask me one of the Big Questions:
Where is God, Ima?
When will I grow up?
What happens when we die?
Why are we here?
And I would begin to answer...and the child would drift off...and I would gently kiss a sleeping child.
That was before I was a mom.
Last night, I lay in bed with my 2 year old, her small body snuggled up to mine, those last few moments before sleep.
And then the Question:
"When I get older, can I have gum?"
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