I just put my sweet babies to bed.
Lots of times what I do is tuck them in, then take a shower. The sound of the water is soothing and knowing Mommy is right there comforts them. Riley is usually out like a light, but sometimes Seth has a harder time getting to sleep.
After my shower, if he is still awake, I sometimes sit on the floor in the hall outside the kid's bedrooms, where he can see me, and do a meditation. Soft music plays and I just sit in my jammies, on some pillows, close my eyes and try to let my mind disappear into All That Is. I know many different meditation practices and I do whatever comes to me.
Tonight I went through Seth, then Riley, then Todd, breathing in whatever suffering they may be going through, and breathing out compassion. Three, four, maybe five breaths each. Breath after breath, family member after family member, slowly letting it all go. On and on. Breathing. I did it for myself too. Sometimes I go more global with it, but tonight I didn't. It's an ancient practice. It never fails to move me.
When I finally opened my eyes, Seth was sound asleep and I felt peaceful.
Sweet dreams little man.
God loves you.