My babies are asleep right now. Three and nearly one, collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breathing their soft puppy breath on each other and, yes, sleeping like babies.
I grow weary of people questioning the phrase "sleeping like a baby" by pointing out that babies wake frequently. The criticism is often extended to jokingly ponder that whoever coined the phrase was "obviously" not a parent.
But I disagree. It must have been a parent.
It must have been someone who sat watching as her little one slumbered with a forehead utterly devoid of creases. Someone who carried a limp and warm sleeping body that had absolutely no residual tension in it. Someone who was blessed to watch a child wake up and at exactly the instant their eyes open, smile.
I wish I slept that well. Even if only for two hours at a stretch.