Last night my 10-month-old daughter would not fall asleep. Heather looked at me and asked, “Could you go this time?” I paused our nightly internet show and went in to Lovie’s room. She was standing at her crib, crying. I picked her up, gave her some medicine for her sore, teething gums, and laid her back in her crib. She cried and tried to push herself back up, so I knelt, leaned over the crib rail and scratched her back and smoothed her hair. She stopped crying and laid there, one eye open making sure that this wasn’t a trick. I stayed by her crib until Wink’in, Blink’in, and Nod coaxed her little eye shut. I stayed there until and I heard her deep sleeping breaths. And I thought … this is what books are like. They are like mothers or fathers bending over our beds and soothing our weary, fretting minds into sweet sleep.
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Storyteller Daniel R Bernstrom
My name is Dan, and I'm the author of One Day in the Eucalyptus Eucalyptus Tree, and more books soon to come from Harper Collins. This is my personal blog. Feel free to read as much as you want. Take care.