It's taking Baby J a little while to get to bed tonight. No, it's so far not anything like the all-nighter she pulled when she was a baby, thank goodness, but still, a couple of hours have passed and I'm still waiting for her to hit REM. I've read her usual stories, tried to cajole her into bed by actually getting into the crib with her, and even commanded her with my Mom-voice to "get thee to bed," but she just isn't ready.
When I finally left her room after a half hour of useless begging, she launched into a sing-song monologue of baby words and giggles. I can only imagine that she was talking to her Guardian Angel, or maybe to one of her Great-Grandmothers, and she probably told them all about how she stole a piece of chocolate from the pantry and ate it right through the wrapper. "Mama didn't find out until I finished the whole thing!" she bragged. "I had it all over my shirt, my face, and my hair."
I didn't want to intervene, but I had to sneak in to get a couple of shots. I low-crawled into her room, and reached my camera around the corner of her closet and snapped away.
There are some things just out of your control.
Within challenges, there is light and song.
Rest and relief come, have faith that it will.
Until then, you must do what you can to capture the moment.