Home / Life / Motherly Stories While the world sleeps "I can’t explain the perfect smell that is you—a mixture of chaos and perfection that I want to bottle up because I know it will be gone too soon." By Natalie Souders March 16, 2023 Natalie Souders I hear the creak of the door opening and the patter of your feet racing toward my bed. I feel you wiggle onto the mattress until you manage to somehow lay on top of me because sleeping in the same bed just isn’t close enough for your little self. I feel your fuzzy blanket brush against my arm and your messy hair tickle my chin. I hear your breathing as you drift immediately back into a deep sleep all while knowing my deep sleep has ended for the night. Related: Why I Share a Bed With My Baby I touch your soft little belly that is poking out of your pajamas in a desperate attempt to soak in my final baby. I can’t explain the perfect smell that is you—a mixture of chaos and perfection that I want to bottle up because I know it will be gone too soon. You roll to the side, poke one eye open and whisper, “I love mama” and then immediately disappear into your perfect slumber. As a tear escapes my eye and drops to your fat cheek, I cuddle you in close as a desperate attempt to slow time. I breathe you in. I kiss your face. I pinch your toes. All while the world around me sleeps. This story is a part of The Motherly Collective contributor network where we showcase the stories, experiences and advice from brands, writers and experts who want to share their perspective with our community. We believe that there is no single story of motherhood, and that every mother's journey is unique. By amplifying each mother's experience and offering expert-driven content, we can support, inform and inspire each other on this incredible journey. If you're interested in contributing to The Motherly Collective please click here.