Love is a Battlefield

Ouch! That’s when I touch one of the many bruises on the right side of my body. Pat Benetar was right, “love is a battlefield.”

But my pain is from an 18 month old baby named Coco. As most of you know, she is the love of my life. This weekend I had the opportunity of having Coco spend Saturday night with me. During the evening hours, we visited with the neighbors and enjoyed a bonfire. She made friends with the 2 year old girl across the street.

There was a time when Coco was younger, she spent her night’s sleep in her pack n’ play until she made a sound. When she made a sound, I awoke out of a sound sleep and brought her to my bed. Now, she goes right to sleep in Mimi’s big bed.

The past Saturday, Coco had a fitful night’s sleep. She tossed, turned and KICKED. No matter how many times I pushed her further away from me, I found her right next to me and kicking. Yes, I could have got up and placed her in the pack n’ play. But no, I’m too lazy. And, like all babies, when she is asleep she looks like an angel. How could I?

Love can be pain. Do we learn from it? No, we keep going back to be kicked again and again.

A bruised MOM