It's 2:00 AM and yes, I am awake. My hair is tousled, my feet are cold, and I am exhausted. I sway in the dark, back and forth, back and forth attempting to sing which in itself is a hard for me to do especially at 2:00 in the morning. A little sign rises from my sweet angel curled up in my arms, I hear a plop and the comfort her binky provided now is my duty. Bounce, sway, bounce sway, bounce sway the magical rhythm for tonight.

As I ever so gently lay my little one in her pink cozy bed I am struck with an emotion so strong, I am a Mother. A thousand other mothers are probably doing this same thing at this exact moment; singing, cuddling, swaying. I belong to a secret society of women whose soul purpose is to wipe tears, comfort, nurture and love. Our duty is to help mold these tiny people into great individuals. I whisper in my daughters ear that I love her and that she is a daughter of God and someday will do marvelous things, sweet dreams...

I love sharing those sacred hours of the night with my child while the rest of the world is sleeping. During those simple moments I get to share my love and my hopes for her. I am often touched with a peaceful feeling knowing that someday these times will be a part of my daughter and someday she will be able to share a secret with her children.