Always put your children down before they fall asleep. Never rock your kids to sleep.
I don't often break the rule, but today there was something about sitting and singing and rocking that held me there. I think about how very independent she is, and I rejoice in it. I think about how quickly the time seems to have gone, though, and I sit a little long. I soak up the feeling of her youngness and her littleness and her need.
I wouldn't trade those rule-breaking moments for anything. I love the feel of her body getting heavier and cuddling into the warmth of being held. I love listening to her breathing relax. I love watching her eyes struggle for wakefulness the dark little lines formed by her eyelashes stay for longer and longer periods of time. Till it happens. She is asleep.
Perhaps on the way to her crib she will rouse enough for one last plea, "ssssong" mumbled into her blanket. Perhaps she won't.
Yes, I admit, I am a rule breaker. Wouldn't you be too?