Growing Pains

Lena woke up in the middle of Saturday night, crying. When I went into comfort her, she was still asleep, but writhing underneath her covers. I tried to wake her, but she was fast asleep. It must have growing pains, and it took her a long time to be still again, and I stayed with her longer still. I remember those pains in my legs when I was younger, the aching, unrelenting soreness. I remember my mom comforting me, rubbing my legs, and saying no more that these were good pains, and it was just part of growing up.

Lena's been growing by leaps and strides, and I know I always say that, but it's true, and there isn't always time to write it down here, but suffice it to say, I'm writing it down. The past few days have been full of surprises. Lena lies for almost an hour at a time on her stomach, coloring. Tonight Lena called from the bathroom, and I found her sitting on the toilet--her feet dangling at least six inches above the ground.

Oh, and I got a new bathmat.