“Moooommyyyyy!” floated soft and pitifully from my eldest son’s room about 10 minutes after he went to bed tonight.
Quietly, I opened his door and stepped inside.
“What’s going on?” I whispered, so Scooters wouldn’t wake up next door.
“I’m having trouble going to sleep,” Bubbers sighed.
“Really? Why?” I asked as I sat down next to his bed.
He paused and then pointed up at the ceiling above his window, “That light is keeping me awake.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I replied, “But I can’t do anything about it… Do you want to face the other wall and go to sleep?”
“No, I prefer to lay this way,” he answered.
“Hmm,” I said, “What can I do to help you sleep?”
He looked up at me, “You can sing me the temple song. The one I reminded you about.”
“Sure,” I smiled and softly sang I Love to See the Temple.
Afterward, I smoothed back his hair and said, “Good night, dear son.”
“Good night, Mommy,” he replied.
I smoothed his covers and started to stand up.
“Mommy?” he suddenly said, “Did you know I like you?”
My heart melted.
“Thank you,” I replied sincerely, “I like you, too!”
“I’m going to go to sleep now,” he said and I walked to the door.
“Night, night! Love you!” I whispered and signed “I love you”.
“Night, night! Love you!” he repeated and signed “I love you” back.
Then I softly closed the door and sighed with a happy smile.