I woke this morning at 8:30 to discover I had slept through the night. I hadn't slept since my son went into the hospital so it felt good to have him home safe with me. I opened the door to my room and instantly saw that his room was empty and suddenly I was filled with panic because I couldn't figure out where he was. For one thing, he rarely wakes up before me, even if I sleep late.
It's amazing the speed at which your brain gets to work in a scary, unfamiliar, completely ambiguous situation. I don't know about you but in the space of maybe 5 seconds I've thought enough thoughts to put myself in a state of ready alert. I immediately investigated the house and found him down in the basement happily playing a video game and slightly annoyed that I was fawning all over him and asking for a hug RIGHT NOW.
My 5 second flood of worst case scenario thoughts evaporated instantly in the arms of my smiling son. He had made it through the night, he had made it up to his darkened room, alone in the middle of the night, from the scary dark basement and had slept through the night. Life is good.
It's a new day.