The room is silent except for the rythmic whirring of the electric fan and the occasional sound of a speeding jeep passing by.
Suddenly, a shrill cry pierces the silence and jolts me from my half-sleep. I look at Jamaine beside me tossing to and fro, crying as if she were in pain.
I turn on the lights and look for any causes of distress. I look at her face, her eyes are tightly shut and tears are streaming down her cheeks.
The Night Monster has attacked again.
I scoop her up in my arms and hold her close to my chest, “Jamaine…It’s alright baby, Mommy’s here.”
She continues to cry and I hold her even closer. I walk around the room rocking her gently, hoping to soothe her back to sleep.
That cunning and deceitful monster. How can I defend my baby from something I cannot see?
After a few minutes, she stops crying. Her eyes are still shut but her face is calm as if she had been peacefully asleep all through the night.
You can attack anytime, you Night Monster. But you can never match the power of a loving mother.
I lay Jamaine down on the bed right next to me. I lie awake waiting for a few more minutes to make sure she’s okay.
My baby’s growing fast and it won’t be long when she’ll face the real monsters of the world. Can I still protect her?
Jamaine turns to her side and snuggles close to my chest. I wrap her in my embrace and hum a slow tune to finally send her back into lala land.
I’ve got to accept the day will come when I can no longer protect you, when you will be out on your own and Mommy’s gonna be far away.
But know this my baby, Mommy will always love you and in my heart you will always stay.