Mom to the rescue

Well last night was the first night (that I know of) Jack had a little nightmare. He woke up at about midnight screaming at the top of his lungs - my adrenaline kicked in and before I could even process what was happening I was out of bed and ran to his room....he was crouched up in a ball in the corner of his crib and I must've scared him by running in so fast, but when he first saw me he must not've known it was me because he let out another terrified scream. I reached down and picked him up, and said "it's mamma honey" - and immediately he stopped screaming and hugged me so tight, laid his head on my shoulder and started to pat my back as if saying I'm glad you're here. I rocked him for a few minutes and he went back down without a fuss. Not that I would ever want him to have a scary dream again, but that made me even more proud to be a mom. I love the feeling I got when he knew mom was there, and that was all it took to wash his fears away. He's pretty independant these days, so for him to show me that he loved and needed me was totally worth the midnight madness.